State Hospital
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โฑ๏ธ 4:37 duration
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The half back-flip conception, a state hospital birth
The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
Brought home to breathe smoke in the arms of her mother
The blunt kitchen knife who just lays in a submissive position
Beneath the 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, and 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 green
Now she lies on the pavement, she's 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 into
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
The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
Brought home to breathe smoke in the arms of her mother
The blunt kitchen knife who just lays in a submissive position
Beneath the 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, and 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 green
Now she lies on the pavement, she's 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 into
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:17.26] The half back-flip conception, a state hospital birth
[00:25.44] The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
[00:33.72] Brought home to breathe smoke in the arms of her mother
[00:39.28] The blunt kitchen knife who just lays in a submissive position
[00:45.51] Beneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fist
[00:51.52] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[00:59.74] Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[01:04.14] She was born into a grave
[01:09.23]
[01:23.81] And in the limp through years of bored schooling
[01:27.35] She's accustomed to hearing that she could never run far
[01:32.28] A slipped disc in the spine of community
[01:35.64] A bloody curse word in a pedestrian verse
[01:40.76] Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks
[01:44.25] She cries on the high street just to be heard
[01:48.99] A screaming anchor for nothing in particular
[01:52.52] At the foot of the fuck of it, and dragging her heels in the dirt
[01:58.46] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[02:06.67] Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[02:10.85] She was born into a grave
[02:16.27]
[02:26.66] The cheek of youth flashed red and turned green
[02:29.91] Now she lies on the pavement, she's helped to her feet
[02:35.27] All thighs, hair and magpie handbags
[02:38.63] Saturday's uniform for the 'fuck me' parade
[02:43.50] Brought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber
[02:49.28] Ruddy and balding who just needs a spine to dig into
[02:55.15] A chest for the head and a hand for the holding
[03:01.02] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[03:09.31] Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[03:13.26] She was, she was
[03:16.60]
[03:34.21] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[03:42.67] Her skin is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[03:47.01] She was, she was
[03:51.06] A broken elevator anthem held between floors
[03:59.18] But if blood is thicker than concrete
[04:02.10] All is not lost
[04:04.87] All is not lost
[04:08.70] All is not lost
[04:12.93] All is not lost
[04:21.72] All is not lost
[04:25.02]
[00:25.44] The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
[00:33.72] Brought home to breathe smoke in the arms of her mother
[00:39.28] The blunt kitchen knife who just lays in a submissive position
[00:45.51] Beneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fist
[00:51.52] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[00:59.74] Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[01:04.14] She was born into a grave
[01:09.23]
[01:23.81] And in the limp through years of bored schooling
[01:27.35] She's accustomed to hearing that she could never run far
[01:32.28] A slipped disc in the spine of community
[01:35.64] A bloody curse word in a pedestrian verse
[01:40.76] Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks
[01:44.25] She cries on the high street just to be heard
[01:48.99] A screaming anchor for nothing in particular
[01:52.52] At the foot of the fuck of it, and dragging her heels in the dirt
[01:58.46] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[02:06.67] Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[02:10.85] She was born into a grave
[02:16.27]
[02:26.66] The cheek of youth flashed red and turned green
[02:29.91] Now she lies on the pavement, she's helped to her feet
[02:35.27] All thighs, hair and magpie handbags
[02:38.63] Saturday's uniform for the 'fuck me' parade
[02:43.50] Brought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber
[02:49.28] Ruddy and balding who just needs a spine to dig into
[02:55.15] A chest for the head and a hand for the holding
[03:01.02] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[03:09.31] Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[03:13.26] She was, she was
[03:16.60]
[03:34.21] Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
[03:42.67] Her skin is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
[03:47.01] She was, she was
[03:51.06] A broken elevator anthem held between floors
[03:59.18] But if blood is thicker than concrete
[04:02.10] All is not lost
[04:04.87] All is not lost
[04:08.70] All is not lost
[04:12.93] All is not lost
[04:21.72] All is not lost
[04:25.02]