I dream of all the years decaying
I dream of bitter ending street smiles
I dream of bitter ending street smiles

I dream of guns with red round triggers
And bullets that won’t ever miss
And wounds that won’t heal, hands that won’t fell

Is this hollow ground sinking?
Will tears stop their falling?
Can I speak the truth if they cut my tongue?
One night you wake up you’re screaming with trembling hands
And the frightening part is you don’t understand.

And as we go on living each day
We must tell ourselves that we have to carry on
And every night, as we lay down and deliver our prayers
To live to see another day, but down here no one cares
And your troubles will be found, buried 6 feet in the ground.

We dream a land of milk and money
Of coffee mornings bright and sunny
Sex on the phone, you’re not alone

And every night, as we lay down and deliver our prayers
To live to see another day, but when nightmares come around
We’ll be drinking all our wine
Buried 6 feet in the ground

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