Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roads
Stories to make you wish
For old tales,
Read to you in uniform
Soft light
Of windows and gameshows
A chance to escape the polls
And win your 'cruise for two around the world'
Strange place
To feel the effects of,
Floods that have broken banks
And left scars
Thirty years away or more
Lined up in neat rows
Fairytales and all the rest, need not be told
No-one has the need to know
Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roads
Fairytales and all the rest
Ought not be told,
Ought not be shoved down my throat like a medicine
Pain, a culture's obsession with fame, shame
A culture's obsession with all these things, all these things
I despise.
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