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Here every bird can fly
Go where they will
And every bird can sing
To tell of good or ill
But though this has been true
In memory’s rein
A black road they have built
And fenced the land with chains
And so when you would fly
And would be free
The black road now confines
Your righteous liberty
And so when you would sing
Of true and false
The black road has a rope
To suffocate your voice
They say the black road stands
In time of need
But it squirms like a snake
To bite the hand that feeds
A small bird tried to fly
‘Cross the black road
Now she can sing no more
Nor fly, for she is dead.
Here every bird should fly
Go where they will
And every bird should sing
To tell of good or ill
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You got a Porsche, I got a hammer
Huh huh huh
Come on then
I’m getting soaked standing here
With you just sat in your ridiculous vehicle
Standing here, it’s sodding cold
While you fiddle with your climate control
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The Man's a Hero
03:03
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I’m gonna teach myself
I will be your hero
I will learn from the best
Watch movies and TV shows
You gotta be tough
Gotta show ‘em who’s boss
But most of all it seems to me
You gotta get cross
Fancy gun looks cool
And super power’s a help
Touch of magic comes in handy
And of course colossal wealth
But none of these will work
And no-one gives a toss
If you don’t stare intensely
And act as if you’re cross
So here I am I’ve armed myself
With all these hero’s skills
You don’t need to look no further
I’m the one who kills for you
I am your knight in shining armour
On a winged horse
And all will bow before me
When they see I’m very cross
I’ll charge around the neighbourhood
I’ll put on such a show
And everyone will look and see
That I am your hero
They’ll be impressed but if they’re not
They’ll find it to their cost
There’s no getting away from me
Cos now I’m very cross
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Someone do something, someone be first
Everything’s turning to ashes and dust
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
Head in the clouds
Head in the sand
Head up your arse
Head in your hands
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
Done with your talking, run out of trust
Cos everything’s turning to ashes and dust
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
Money won’t help you, you’re in it with us
Now everything’s turning to ashes and dust
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
What did you think would happen?
What did you think would happen?
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
The crows are lining up along the side of the road
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Monkey Men
03:16
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Here come the monkey men
Rat a tat tat
Wind em up so
They rat a tat tat
Shields are drumming
The rat a tat tat
Wave their sticks
They rat a tat tat
See the pretty uniforms
And their big black boots
Got a hard on
For rat a tat tat
Give the nod then
Rat a tat tat
Off the leash for
Rat a tat tat
Bones to crack
By rat a tat tat
See the pretty uniforms
And their shiny boots
See the pretty uniforms
Makes you want to think
They signed up for
The rat a tat tat
What they came for
The rat a tat tat
Cha Cha Cha for
The rat a tat tat
All the guys go
Rat a tat tat
See the pretty uniforms
And their marching boots
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The Poison Tree
03:14
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Hang me from the Poison Tree
I like the sound of what you say
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Hang me from the Poison Tree
Mine is mine, come what may
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Hang me from the Poison Tree
Law and order, make my day
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Hang me from the Poison Tree
They want something, they can pray
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
Louder than the word of God
Hang me from the Poison Tree
I’ll be fine come judgment day
I’m born lucky, stay that way
If fate don’t kick the chair from under me
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Will Good and The Mattes England, UK
Will Good and The Mattes is the public persona of SteveC, a songwriter in the far north of England. The (mostly) guitar-based approach is focused on (mostly) songs on anything from climate change to political rant to personal crisis.
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