Equally Cursed & Blessed

The sun is shining
We should be making hay
But we're dead from the waist down
Like in californ-i-a
Victory is empty
There are lessons in defeat
But we're dead from the waist down
We are sleeping on our feet
We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought our time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it's not me


Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're d from the w down




There's no contracts binding
No bad scene beyond repair
But when you're dead from the waist down
You're too far gone to even care
We stole the songs from birds in trees
Bought our time on easy street
Now our paths they never meet
We chose to court and flatter greed, ego disposability
I caught a glimpse, and it's not me

Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Make hay not war
Or else we're done for
And we're d from the w down

The sun is shining

Never meant you no harm
Never meant you no harm, yeah, yeah
Never spun you no yarn
Never spun you no yarn, yeah, yeah
And she'll go, yeah, where he goes, yeah
We all go where nobody knows our name
If you step out of line
I'll step out of line, yeah yeah
Over land over sea
One step two to ynys free, yeah, yeah
And she'll go yeah, where he goes yeah
We all go where nobody knows our name
And don't cry if crying means you're sorry
Whatever the case i always felt out of place
As a matter of fact i always felt like that around you
I'm disinclined to toe the line
Under your thumb where i've become unwanted
So pick you way down to the sea
Pick your way to the sea, yeah yeah
It's not the tide you gotta watch it's me
Not the tide you got it's me, yeah yeah
And she'll go, yeah, where he goes, yeah
We all go where nobody knows our name
And she'll go yeah, where he'll go yeah
We all go where nobody knows our name
Where nobody knows our name

Her treasure chest was sunken
Equally cursed and blessed
In her versace dress
Too eager to impress
A vision filled her sopa sud hell
Twin tub on spin
Lets all her daydreams in
And how she wants away from him

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire
High street prams
Chariot scene from ben hur
Push chair rage
A customised roll bar cage
Will help baby come of age
So what's in the pram?
Is it teen death?
Bazooka the check-out queue
There's no need to argue
About who was in front of who

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire

The ad begs 'buy bottled water'
But we know what that it tastes of piss
Should be getting our tampons free
Diy gynaecology

She's on it
She's a millionaire
She's on it
She's got it
She's a millionaire

I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line and counted on it

But dreaming is for moonrise
Amd moonlight also ails those tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as i would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
But it's the end of me

I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
I couldn't get there behind walls of sunday papers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange

But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails these tired eyes

I treat him like a lady
I treat him as i would he unto me
Give rose rose-seller a run for her money
With silicone and poetry
And it's the end of me

Here i am
Here i am
And here i stand
Here in my kitchen where i familiar with every brand
Here i am
A front line with labels where i witness custard's last stand
Here i am

Somebody told me you'd found new bonhomie
Going places you'd never go with me
I felt myself became a bitter old shrew
Oh i'd have bitten you in two if you would let me

I'd look deadly as a nun
Martyrdom does not become me
I'll find love in vanity
Somebody told me you'd found places to go
New people to know, new ladies and so
I felt myself become a bitter old shrew
I'd have bitten her in two if you would let me

If i don't laugh what do i do
If i don't laugh and see this through
I shouldn't eve think of you
Allow me one extravagance
Before they come and ban me
And let me shoot the messenger

So help me god they talk so much
This knowledge ain't my business
But i hang on his every word
God speed his journey back to hell
I might retreat singing
But all i hear is you
Just give me one more shot of gin
I'll scream along to anything
Just let me shoot the messenger

So help me god we talk so much
This tart this whore - my weakness
I'm gonna shoot the messenger

Let me shoot the messenger