Neon Turn To Wood

I’m going to the country, gonna try to blag a ride cuz it’s raining.
Going to the country, gonna make a girl my wife but it’s raining.
I don’t need no sympathy, no devils work at play here.
Ohh just can’t stand the thought, one more year.

And to my left,
Far behind me,
Just a trace,
Of your violent city,
So let the neon turn to wood,
You’ve got to treat her like you should,
In the City.

There’s a scarecrow in your field, but there’s a catcher in the rye waiting for you.
You bow down and cater for the needs of those who say they adore you.
The fulfilment of this empty space keeps you happy for a while,
But it always fades, yeah.

And to my right,
It looks ok,
The pride out on my sleeve,
Never turn to grey.
So let the neon turn to wood,
You’ve got to treat her like you should,
In the City.

You’ve lost your, and you’ve lost your way, you’ve lost your waist and it’s such a shame.
You’ve lost your love,
And you’ve lost your grace,
I’ve no feelings for you and you’ve not a care for me.

Above my head,
The sky is crying,
No regrets,
Waste my time.
So let the neon turn to wood,
You’ve got to treat her like you should,
In the City.

So take the time to remember why you chose this in the first place and what you’re loosing,
The doorstep life, the gun and the knife, the dead end streets with their sunken eyes and their bruising.
Cheque book, Check mate, Cheque please, don’t wait, get in line save some time if you drive there.
It’s time to make a stand.

We’ve got to be heard,
Through all this noise,
That ain’t no water pistol,
That ain’t no toy
So let the neon turn to wood,
You’ve got to treat her like you should,
In the City.

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