THE BALLAD OF THE INTERNAL COLONISATION

Well they kicked us out of the orphanages
and they kicked us all out of the mental homes
then they kicked us out of the libraries
and they kicked us all out of the hospitals
and so we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they ripped out all the beautiful wood
and they ripped off all the desks and chairs
ripped out the books some of which we took
but they kept the cornices and they kept the stairs
and so we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they broke it all down into little rooms
and lined them all out with plasterboard
and all the bathrooms shine with Italian tiles
and the living rooms decked with oak-faced floor
while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

Then they moved right in to the orphanages
and they moved right in to the mental homes
and they moved right on to the libraries
and they moved into the hospital
while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

And we watch them come
and we watch them go
they’re a breed apart that much is sure
they come in all colours tho mostly white
their hands are soft but their fists
clench
tight

while we walk the streets
and frighten little children

 

 

 

THE BALLAD OF THE INTERNAL COLONISATION

NEVER SEE YOUR LIKE AGAIN

The papers have been signed

Gone wrong too many times

So many years have passed

Waiting for the grass – but it doesn’t grow

YOU DRAG ME DOWN – YOU LIFT ME UP

YOU HELP ME DROWN – YOU WIN THE CUP

YOU MAKE ME SCARED – YOU MAKE ME CRY

BUT I WILL NEVER

SEE YOUR LIKE

AGAIN

I wasn’t really up to much

I’m not really that bright

I read a lot of books

and I just can’t keep quiet

YOU DRAG ME DOWN – YOU LIFT ME UP

YOU HELP ME DROWN – YOU WIN THE CUP

YOU MAKE ME SCARED – YOU MAKE ME CRY

BUT I WILL NEVER

SEE YOUR LIKE

AGAIN

YOU HAD MORE IN YOUR LITTLE FINGER

THAN MOST OF US STANDING ON OUR TOES

YOUR SKIN WAS LIKE A SHEET OF COPPER

THE PAIN WENT RIGHT THROUGH

YOU SAVE A LIFE IT’S YOURS TO KEEP

I SAID HOLD ON – THEN I LET GO

You’re still trying to do the right thing

Trying to build something that lasts

While I just sit hear writing

A maggot on the past

YOU DRAG ME DOWN – YOU LIFT ME UP

YOU HELP ME DROWN – YOU WIN THE CUP

YOU MAKE ME SCARED – YOU MAKE ME CRY

BUT I WILL NEVER

SEE YOUR LIKE

AGAIN

(Thank you for making me, baby)

 

NEVER SEE YOUR LIKE AGAIN