Shrunken Heads Ian Hunter

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Hunter

Concrete steps never swept
It used to be fear, now they call it respect
Sad old walls fallin' down
On the shattered skulls in the battleground

Absent fathers, weary mums
The old, the sick, the dying and the isolated ones
Ancient language turns obscene
Between the goal posts of a circular dream

Nothin' matters anymore
The rich get richer and the poor get sorer
This house is haunted and the streets are dead
We're all at the mercy of shrunken heads

Bells are ringing of a cleaner time
There ain't no washing hangin' out on the line anymore
Something died and I don't know when
But it's funkier now that it ever was then

Nothin' matters anymore
And the rich get richer and the poor get sorer
The heart of the city is dilapidated
Who's gonna save us from these shrunken heads ?