State Hospital

Album: Pedestrian Verse (2012)
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  • The half-backflip
    Conception state hospital birth
    The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
    Brought home to breath smoke in the arms of her mother
    The blunt kitchen knife, who just lays in a submissive position
    Beneath a national weight, and the slow arc of a fist

    Her heart beats like a breezeblock, thrown down the stairs
    Her blood is thicker than concrete, forced to be brave, she was
    Born into a grave

    And in the limp through years of bored schooling
    She’s accustomed to hearing that she could never run far
    A slipped disc in the spine of community
    A bloody curse word in a pedestrian verse
    Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks
    She cries on the high street just to be heard.
    A screaming anchor for nothing in particular
    At the foot of the fuck of it
    Dragging her heels in the dirt

    Her heart beats like a breezeblock, thrown down the stairs
    Her blood is thicker than concrete, forced to be brave, she was
    Born into a grave

    The cheek of youth flashed red and turned grey
    Now she lies on the pavement she is helped to her feet
    All thighs, hair and magpie handbags
    Saturday’s uniform for the ‘fuck me’ parade
    Brought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber, ruddy and balding
    Who just needs a spine to dig in to
    A chest for the head and a hand for the holding

    Her heart beats like a breezeblock, thrown down the stairs
    Her blood is thicker than concrete, forced to be brave, she was
    She was

    Her heart beats like a breezeblock, thrown down the stairs
    Her skin is thicker than concrete, forced to be brave, she was
    She was

    A broken elevator anthem, held between floors
    But if blood is thicker than concrete, all is not lost.
    All is not lost
    All is not lost
    All is not lost
    All is not lost Writer/s: ANDY MONAGHAN, DAVID WILLIAM LAWRENCE KENNEDY, GRANT DAVID HUTCHISON, RUSSELL GORDON SKENE, SCOTT JOHN HUTCHISON
    Publisher: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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