Glory

The glory
The glory is gutted
Strung up pieces are taken for granted
Grants are going to go to monuments and masterpiece
Please don’t see me saying «I'm easy»
Oh that sound, it’s ringing into sound
But will it be sitting with me?
It’s not what I think, it’s the crowd that sees
Not into Brighton Bay do we all sink
Off the bloody night goes
Off the bloody light goes
Off his bloody shirt goes
Off his bloody head goes
I can’t see it going that bloody easy
I just got used to saying «me I’m easy»
Oh that sound, it’s ringing into sound
But will it be sitting with me?
It’s not what I think, it’s the crowd that sees
Not into Brighton Bay do we all sink