Bush Mama Blues Collapsing Scenery
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Bush Mama Blues" by Collapsing Scenery. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
The bulls poke their horns in the hive
Just to hear the buzzing
They live just to see you writhe
This city's being muzzled
It's a slow-motion ethnic cleanse
Clean out the gutter
Keep the lines red and the rubbish in bins
Now everything's the right color
Make sure they've cleared a route
That they're free to roam
They turned a prison inside out
And they call it home
Suburban Sykeses and Picots
Tyro-Cartography
The blood-full-belly mosquitoes
The Haussmanns of the beach
Every time you raise your fist
The ceiling just gets lower
As soon as you need something fixed
The system just moves slower
Hey!
Just to hear the buzzing
They live just to see you writhe
This city's being muzzled
It's a slow-motion ethnic cleanse
Clean out the gutter
Keep the lines red and the rubbish in bins
Now everything's the right color
Make sure they've cleared a route
That they're free to roam
They turned a prison inside out
And they call it home
Suburban Sykeses and Picots
Tyro-Cartography
The blood-full-belly mosquitoes
The Haussmanns of the beach
Every time you raise your fist
The ceiling just gets lower
As soon as you need something fixed
The system just moves slower
Hey!
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!