Supermarché

作曲 : Archy Marshall

作词 : Archy Marshall

Bleeding into the brains of

Your Cats mothers Dog

As she lays at night

Lit by the screen at night

Seeping through the bolts and cogs

Of these machines of war

We Sit inside

That he sits inside

Young man turning in on himself

Felt the whole of the world

Let go!

Let go!

Let go!

Another pair of eyes

Let go!

To see they sympathise

It’s creeping around the Aisles of

The supermarket mobs

She said to her, she said to me,

(Let them burn! It sets us free!)

Fleeing from the battlefields

Young children with shields

Of love

We have to rise above

It knows

It knows

It knows

What your worth