Avalanche

Desperation on every street corner
Let the blues through, they’ll restore order
They are not bad men
They’re in schools, they’re your boyfriends

A man shot dead while the world slept
The killer free, the police said
“a spider lived under my bed
And I was scared, I broke its legs”

These days have no up or down
What the fuck keeps us hanging around?
In the barracks, behind the keyboards
We are the bird-song, we are the seabed

Back in the trees, saying words wrong
The bailiffs climb and find us
Holding water in our hands
A nurse was thrown into their van
“an avalanche fell from your roof
You let it drown and bury you”

When you hold them to account
They’ll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth(x2)

They’re strangers, they’re in Hollywood
(When you hold them to account, They’ll spit you out, Just a bad taste)
They’re your neighbours you left back in your childhood
( in their mouth)
Your fathers that won’t make amends
(When you hold them to account, They’ll spit you out Just a bad taste)
They’re in schools, they’re your boyfriends
(in their mouth)

When you hold them to account
They’ll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth

When you hold them to account
They’ll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth

When you hold them to account
They’ll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth
... * (When you hold them to account
They’ll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth)
... ** (When you hold them to account
They’ll spit you out
Just a bad taste in their mouth)

* + ** = When rounds start