you can t bury this down we ve got shares on higher ground we ve got stock in the fate of our first born a thunderstorm of brutal truth shook the shoulders of the youth deaf in their ears with an apology well worn we have ruined this place for you now good luck good luck there s a cold wind buffer it up on a warm decanter good luck good luck woo ooooooooooh woo ooooooooooh a warning to your inner clown going to press that down and kick up your heels if you gaze at the sky a gaggle of unused limbs ever ready and simple ripe for oppression a roll of the eyes we have ruined this place for you now good luck good luck there s a cold wind buffer it up on a warm decanter good luck good luck wooooooooooooh there s a cold wind buffer it up on a warm decanter good luck good luck if you look you ll find us here a bunch of kids with a bag of ideas if you look you ll find us here a bunch of kids with a bag of ideas we have got sympathy but lack the means to ensure you have everything that you need go dancing again arm and arm in the shadow of that wall you can t mend helpless to help there s a great divide to us old hats and pure young side and we hope it s the world as we watch tall tale as we all seem content to just stand still we have got sympathy but lack the means to ensure you have everything that you need to go dancing again dancing again arm and arm in the shadow of that wall you can t mend we have got sympathy but lack the means to ensure you have everything that you need to go dancing again dancing again arm and arm in the shadow of that wall you can t mend