NARCS - Tall Grass Lyrics
Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roadsStories to make you wishFor old tales, ?Read to you in uniform??Soft light?Of windows and gameshowsA chance to escape the pollsAnd win your 'cruise for two around the world'Strange placeTo feel the effects of,?Floods that have broken banks?And left scars?Thirty years away or more??Lined up in neat rows?Fairytales and all the rest, need not be told?No-one has the need to know??Tall grass, torn clothes and b-roads?Fairytales and all the restOught not be told, ?Ought not be shoved down my throat like a medicine?Pain, a culture's obsession with fame, shame?A culture's obsession with all these things, all these things?I despise.