Left Us to Burn

Left Us to Burn - Martin Stephenson/The Daintees

Written by：Martin George Stephenson

She gathered up the whole collection

Paid the bailiffs with her purse she did

Pit ponies and the down beat shelters

Rolled them up into a ball she did

See her waltzing in her middle aged heels

See her get on the blodd red ground

Starts the kindling in the poorest fields and

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

One day ships will never sail from hendon

And the big black God is under siege

She's pissed on us a sea of petrol

Flicked a spark into that breeze

See her waltzing in her middle aged heels

See her get on the blodd red ground

Starts the kindling in the poorest fields and

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

There's no food

Without farms thats the weasel that you are

Build an arc for your kind

Filled with pain and caviar

While you leave us to burn

From your safe and bloody shore

While you leave us to burn

Being the weasel that you are

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn

Left us to burn