We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them
My body is broken and bruised
My body is broken and bruised
We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them
We've been press ganged and hurriedly held
We've been forgotten quicker than felled
And you're taken aback by
The length of the list you've been thrown on
The tailback of timorous souls who've
Been dropped on the grey road from branches
The leaves that fall louder than backfire
All orange and Halloween red
On a beautiful road
We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them
My caliber craters in skin
From the trouble I've found myself in
We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them
In the God fearing home of the brave
As I crawl out the pram to the grave
And you're taken aback by
The length of the list you've been thrown on
The tailback of timorous souls who've
Been dropped on the grey road from branches
The leaves that fall louder than backfire
All orange and Halloween red
On a beautiful road
It harks back to tree bursts in snow
It harks back to tree bursts in snow
It harks back to tree bursts in snow
It harks back to tree bursts in snow
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
And you're taken aback by
The length of the list you've been thrown on
The tailback of timorous souls who've
Been dropped on the grey road from branches
The leaves that fall louder than backfire
All orange and Halloween red
On a beautiful road
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