Flytipping Suede

[Verse 1]
We'll play on the road
Flytipping, careful as you go
And we'll watch as the lorries
Transport their precious loads

[Verse 2]
With a bag in our hands
Flytipping, me and my patient man
Just by the hard shoulder
This few who've understood

[Chorus]
What is my name, what is yours?
Do we own these things, what has it all been for?
Flytipping on the road of course
What is yours and what is us?
Do we fool ourselves with all those pretty words?
Flytipping on the road with her

[Post-Chorus]
And I'll take you to the Fir trees
As the paper drifts like falling snow

[Verse 3]
Under the trees
Two hunters looking for ivory
Discard their possessions
Cast them to the breeze