Flytipping

Flytipping - Suede (山羊皮樂隊)

Composer：Richard Oakes/Brett Anderson/Neil Codling

We play on the road

Flytipping careful as you go

And we'll watch as the lorries

Transport their precious loads

With a bag in our hands

Flytipping me and my patient man

Just by the hard shoulder

There's fuel understand

What is mine and 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 ours

Do we fool ourselves with all those pretty words

Flytipping on the road with her

And I'll take you to the verges

As the paper drifts like falling snow

Under the trees

Two hunters looking for ivory

Discard their possessions

Cast them to the breeze

Cos the worms in the ground

And the crows as they circle round

Don't need these things to cling to

The road's their playground

What is mine and what is yours

Do we own these things

What has it all been for

Flytipping on the road of course

Shiny things that turn into rust

Do we fool ourselves with all this pretty stuff

Flytipping feels like just enough

And I'll take you to the verges

By the nettles by the roundabouts

And I'll pick you wild roses

Then the tunnels by the underpass