Bridges Burn (Dirt and Country) Video (MV)

This field is too worked for ploughing
But still you call for more
The land it weeps
While money speaks
Till there's no need for words at all

The pills are hard to swallow
But we're too sick to care
Sticks and stones may break my bones but
You're too much to bear

All your words fall deafly
Whilst the rent is overdue
The nurse is delayed
And underpaid
But the dirt in the ground holds true

Thanks for all the bother
Thanks for sticking around
They say sing what you see
And sing what you know
But it's only getting me down

The doors they are a-closin'
And you keep leading us, to believe
That cutting all ties
On what you say we despise
Is good enough reason to leave?

You're afraid to leave your sanctum
Afraid of your own skin
'Cause they judge and hate
And discriminate
Against who you're meant to be

Though this boat is going under
You say order, it is restored
As everything's neatly
Labelled and stamped
And then positively ignored

Thanks for all the trouble
Don't pay it any mind
The ancient ways
Clear through this haze
As the young get left behind

You make the rules that bind us
You make decisions that kill
Tough times are ahead
So it's back to the plough
Before 8 hours of what you will

Lead on by example
Said the sun to the great north wind
But starved by the breeze
These skeletal trees
Are little comfort as winter bows in

Locked away in your chamber
You squabble, crow and debate
Well Eye spy
With my little eye
A room full of delusion and hate

We're are all bad in somebody's story
But poor Julia, was never no saint
Time can heal
But time is cruel
Still waters, they run deep

Thanks for all the sorrow
'Cause when I see you I cross the street
To smile through the tears
And smile through your fears
Is to stay noble in defeat