Lyrics: Jonny Mellor/David Blower
Music: Jonny Mellor/David Blower
There's Sand in my Sandals and Rocks in my Pocket
I weep into my Hands, sleep in an abandoned Cockpit
Ask about the Past, I'll probably change the Topic
I wile away the Days practising my Dropkick
Don't step into my Area!
Or without hesitation, I'll be taking care of ya
I won't even think twice
I don't got a Lot but what I got I hold tight
Like this rusted Can of Old Spice
And my Sheepskin Rug that keeps me through the cold Nights
Yeah, they say I'm old and grumpy
But what am I supposed to do when everything's been stolen from me?
So, I don't talk to All and Sundry
And try to steer clear of the open Country
Got no Religion, my Dreams and my Hopes are missing
Don't care bout Philanthropy or Socialism
I don't want Gold or Wisdom- just want it over
I'd kill another Man for just one more Glass of Coca Cola
Or one more Sit Com, you know, the Creature Comforts
But they're all lost, so I just sit and rot beneath the Sunset
When I die, don't make me a Grave in Scar City
I want to take my Shame, my Pain and all my Scars with me
We're coming live
We're coming live from Scar City, where Scarcity's the Norm
The Formation of the Clouds suggests there'll be a Storm
It's warmer than a Sauna, wartorn and forlorn
Live from Scar City, raise your Swords and blow your Horns
It's live from Scar City, where Scarcity's the Norm
The Formation of the Clouds suggests there'll be a Storm
And it's warmer than a Sauna, wartorn and forlorn
Live from Scar City, raise your Swords and blow your Horns
And the Rich dragged Suitcases of Money into Caves and prayed to the Mountains to crush them
But I was saved- Hallelujah!- By a Highway Bandit
He opened his Bible one handed and implored me please
To love my Enemies and give freely to anyone who asked it
Yes, I was moved by his Preaching
Right there and then I gave him everything I had with me
Which included an old Coal Shovel
Two Chair Legs and a Cormac Mccarthy Novel
It was then I know'd I had been saved
Walking down the Road without a Stitch to my Name
Singing Free with an Echo
Not like the rest of these Cowards here living in the Shadows
For all their Troubles
A Mile down the Road I saw the Bandit in a bloody Puddle
All his Possessions there stolen
Last look of Terror on his Face there frozen
We're coming live from Scar City, where Scarcity's the Norm
The Formation of the Clouds suggests there'll be a Storm
It's warmer than a Sauna, wartorn and forlorn
Live from Scar City, raise your Swords and blow your Horns
It's live from Scar City, where Scarcity's the Norm
The Formation of the Clouds suggests there'll be a Storm
And it's warmer than a Sauna, wartorn and forlorn
Live from Scar City, raise your Swords and blow your Horns