Take me to my caravan, I'll make you understand
Possession of a floor, I want a metre more
So tell me how we can strike a deal for Babel in my garden
The blueprints of my stardom
Its lifted up my eyes to silver skies
And suicidal cries of empty lives
Build a fence, build a wall, I'll draw a line and f*ck em all
The committee has spoken, I'm broken, there's no one left to buy
There was no illusion, it was just collusion
I have Home Owner's Rights
My feet drag on new grass where once was plexi-glass
They cut me down to size, a single metre high
I see those silver skies with tired eyes
And think of all the years that I have lied
Build a fence, build a wall, I'll draw a line and f*ck em all
And the plagues and the witches gave way to slum and cholera, iniquitous dives, crooked crannies
Until an idea announced itself, loudly, rudely: start again
And so by railway, motorway, bus station, flyover and intersection, land was reclaimed
Polders; furious levelling; bolstering; scaffolding
Stainless steel exoskeleton; concrete flesh; mod-cons; homes and city living
A forced first elbow towards community
Life breathed listlessly into the fresh plaster until condensation ate everything, like acid
Walls crumbled, leaves marched towards the front door
The calls for assault ever-strong, a general's cry: no mercy
Until an idea announced itself, louder, ruder: start again
And so by railway, motorway, bus station, flyover and intersection
City loop, police HQ, market square, culvert spa
It sits calmly, stoically, demonstrably, the eloquence in well planned irony
The Offices of Social Security.
The bubble burst, the realtors cried
A libertarian lived and died
Above his grave the stone did read:
I OWNED THIS LAND BUT NOW IT OWNS ME
Stainbeck Road, Pt. 3 Video (MV)
Performed By: Rhode Island
Language: English
Length: 5:18
Written by: Dave Brown, Jeff Johns, Will Turner
Rhode Island - Stainbeck Road, Pt. 3 Lyrics
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Take me to my caravan, I'll make you understand
Possession of a floor, I want a metre more
So tell me how we can strike a deal for Babel in my garden
The blueprints of my stardom
Its lifted up my eyes to silver skies
And suicidal cries of empty lives
Build a fence, build a wall, I'll draw a line and f*ck em all
The committee has spoken, I'm broken, there's no one left to buy
There was no illusion, it was just collusion
I have Home Owner's Rights
My feet drag on new grass where once was plexi-glass
They cut me down to size, a single metre high
I see those silver skies with tired eyes
And think of all the years that I have lied
Build a fence, build a wall, I'll draw a line and f*ck em all
And the plagues and the witches gave way to slum and cholera, iniquitous dives, crooked crannies
Until an idea announced itself, loudly, rudely: start again
And so by railway, motorway, bus station, flyover and intersection, land was reclaimed
Polders; furious levelling; bolstering; scaffolding
Stainless steel exoskeleton; concrete flesh; mod-cons; homes and city living
A forced first elbow towards community
Life breathed listlessly into the fresh plaster until condensation ate everything, like acid
Walls crumbled, leaves marched towards the front door
The calls for assault ever-strong, a general's cry: no mercy
Until an idea announced itself, louder, ruder: start again
And so by railway, motorway, bus station, flyover and intersection
City loop, police HQ, market square, culvert spa
It sits calmly, stoically, demonstrably, the eloquence in well planned irony
The Offices of Social Security.
The bubble burst, the realtors cried
A libertarian lived and died
Above his grave the stone did read:
I OWNED THIS LAND BUT NOW IT OWNS ME
Possession of a floor, I want a metre more
So tell me how we can strike a deal for Babel in my garden
The blueprints of my stardom
Its lifted up my eyes to silver skies
And suicidal cries of empty lives
Build a fence, build a wall, I'll draw a line and f*ck em all
The committee has spoken, I'm broken, there's no one left to buy
There was no illusion, it was just collusion
I have Home Owner's Rights
My feet drag on new grass where once was plexi-glass
They cut me down to size, a single metre high
I see those silver skies with tired eyes
And think of all the years that I have lied
Build a fence, build a wall, I'll draw a line and f*ck em all
And the plagues and the witches gave way to slum and cholera, iniquitous dives, crooked crannies
Until an idea announced itself, loudly, rudely: start again
And so by railway, motorway, bus station, flyover and intersection, land was reclaimed
Polders; furious levelling; bolstering; scaffolding
Stainless steel exoskeleton; concrete flesh; mod-cons; homes and city living
A forced first elbow towards community
Life breathed listlessly into the fresh plaster until condensation ate everything, like acid
Walls crumbled, leaves marched towards the front door
The calls for assault ever-strong, a general's cry: no mercy
Until an idea announced itself, louder, ruder: start again
And so by railway, motorway, bus station, flyover and intersection
City loop, police HQ, market square, culvert spa
It sits calmly, stoically, demonstrably, the eloquence in well planned irony
The Offices of Social Security.
The bubble burst, the realtors cried
A libertarian lived and died
Above his grave the stone did read:
I OWNED THIS LAND BUT NOW IT OWNS ME
Writer: Dave Brown, Jeff Johns, Will Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid