Dry Cleaning - Tony Speaks! Lyrics

It's not a competition
Remember you can judge your achievements
Based on things other than how much money you have

They built the roads
Short memories
Short memories and finger rolls

Lovely ponytail
Angry man
Writing symphony songs
In his room
Head full of gnomes
Zooming through Wales

I'm just sad about the collapse of heavy industry
I'll be alright in a bit
Buried under coal pieces
Coal gets dug up
Then piled up
Then it falls
On top
Of us
Coal under us, then over us
Please, not more

Father Goblin
Father Goblin comes to help children breathe
Under the desks
Big cardboard cut-out
It's Ed, Ted, Ben, Dan, Howie
It's pinky chalky

I always thought of nature as something dead and uninviting
Wet, empty trees
But there used to be a lot more of it
Oh, right
Crawling and flapping and turning itself over
Well I don't live when it was like that, I live now
So I don't get it

Tony speaks
Holding gourd lamp, then coconut lamp
Then tin can lamp
Beds on fire, shoes on fire
I'm on fire

A submissive hand enters the cup
To retrieve pomegranate seeds
A submissive hand enters the bag
To gather crisps
And so, a submissive hand enters the bag
To retrieve and gather, gather crisps
And so, a submissive hand enters the cup
To retrieve pomegranate seeds

They built the roads
Short memories
And fifty thousand crappy stickers