Tilly and the Wall - Blood Flower
卜超 制作
The scent of flowers in the crowded street
A lonely bell singing for passing feet
“You may not come in here
(You may not come in here)
Sweaty time, dirty time to stand
Watch out mouth, hard argument
You may not come in here
(You may not come in here)”
Hey, fold your flag out a steer(?) (fold your flag)
Hoist it up high to make it real (hoist it high)
A canvas bag to fit it all (a canvas bag)
Hands suspended all, needs to bend and crawl
Well, whose land are you standing on?
Lines, lines, lines
Poor man’s ice cream
Poor man’s ice cream
And this is so, so, so real
You can see that, shining in the gutter
It’s right over there
(no, it’s not over here)
Then which way are you supposed to fear?
A full set of broken teeth to bear
It’s right ov