U.K.R.I.P. Dry as you are, creep old leaves, snip out your pram no longer breathes Your fragrance faint to my nose, wish I could paint what no longer grows Where you stood is a mystery to me, the dead carnation is all I see
I'm beginning to understand,I'm getting wiser every day This country is not United and the Kingdom's past away Shall we start all over again, I don't know, I don't know
Bleaching light of the moon, clears just streets into my room The dark cloak of paranoia feels one just to annoy you Stop longing for how it used be, stop looking for how it's gonna be
The keys of time in, don't do what they want No matter what you're revealing, don't do what they want. Don't get low , don't let go Don't get low, don’t let go ! Don't get low, don’t let go !