In The Stocks

Join the legion of the damned
Heart in a bucket in the lost and found
A label tied to the side of the bucket
Please look after this bear
Kings Corss, Euston, Paddington
Back to Marylebone
And down to Tyburn
Taking it all down around you
A hearty liquid breakfast inside you

Can you, point your finger
Judge it all on your own terms
And let the whole world go to hell?
Whether sister or brother
It won't work without each other
Can you turn your eyes
Turn your head
Turn your heart off
Turn and walk away?
Standing on a wobbly soapbox
A hypocrite I should be in the stocks
But if you'rе so pure and innocent
I'll supply the rottеn eggs
Reasons, grievances, what ifs
Are you happiest pissing on your chips?
With your voodoo dolls, thousand yard stare
And a death wish that'll get you there

Can you, point your finger
Judge it all on your own terms
And let the whole world go to hell?
Whether sister or brother
It won't work without each other
Can you turn your eyes
Turn your head
Turn your heart off
Turn your heart off
Turn and walk away?