Clover
Telling lies right into your face
Grab your soul and make a disgrace
Make you believe you're bigger than life
No one cares if you'll live or die
Waiting for the moment to strike
To take possession to take your heart
Turn your part into a farse
Without respect, without regret
Cut-Thoat - cut-throat
Cut-Throat
Cut-Thoat - cut-throat
Cut-Throat
You promess this and promis all
Deep inside nothin at all
In a war of filth and greed
We don't need none of this shit
All I say that will survive
We know what's true, we know what's right
Grab your soul and make a disgrace
Make you believe you're bigger than life
No one cares if you'll live or die
Waiting for the moment to strike
To take possession to take your heart
Turn your part into a farse
Without respect, without regret
Cut-Thoat - cut-throat
Cut-Throat
Cut-Thoat - cut-throat
Cut-Throat
You promess this and promis all
Deep inside nothin at all
In a war of filth and greed
We don't need none of this shit
All I say that will survive
We know what's true, we know what's right
Black is the Color
Of all the trades in England the beggin' is the best
For when a beggar's tired, he can lay him down and rest
And a-beggin' I will go-o-o
And a-beggin' I will go
I got on the train in Carlisle they kicked me out in Crewe
I slept on every paving-stone from there to Waterloo
I got breakfast off the Embankment I got my lunch and tea
And only the finest cardboard made a home that was fit for me
We sit on the stair at Leicester Square from 7 o'clock till ten
Then round the back of the Connaught House for dinner from out of a bin