~ Bishops Green Self-Titled ~

Tumbling Down
Why were left with nothing I don’t see no change
All you do is run and hide Up the taxes you decide
Raise the prices hike the tax Gouge a little more
Make for certain We remain the working poor

Why were left with nothing I don’t see no change
All you do is run and hide Up the taxes you decide
Raise the prices hike the tax Gouge a little more
Make for certain We remain the working poor

When the walls come tumbling down
When the world comes crashing in
When the walls come tumbling down
When the world comes crashing in

When the walls come tumbling down
When the world comes crashing in
When the walls come tumbling down
When the world comes crashing in

Blinded
We call it greed... You call it need
Your plastic view... is nothing new
You take and take... you don't give back
consume and buy... make the attack

You're blinded... by your greed
You're blinded... can't you see
You're blinded... by your greed
You're blinded... can't you see

Consume and buy what's on TV
Fashion trends make you spend
you can't see out... clouded in
mindless shuffle... there's no end

We call it greed... You call it need
Your plastic view... is nothing new
You take and take... you don't give back
consume and buy... make the attack

You're blinded... by your greed
You're blinded... can't you see
You're blinded... by your greed
You're blinded... can't you see
 
Senseless Crime
You say you don't know
What is right what is wrong
How can you your twisted mind do these things
Your ugly crimes

Why is this you blur you face
You feel the shame don't want to admit
Your senses can't take back the life that you stole away

You say you don't know
What is right what is wrong
How can you your twisted mind
Do these things... your ugly crimes

Senseless ugly crime... Now you do your time

Senseless


Alone
What it’s like to feel love… What it’s like to feel hate
From the bottom of my glass… To the scares upon fists
But I can’t seem to clear… Through my clouded mind
And I don’t feel to good… And I can’t remember why

What it’s like to feel hate… What it’s like to feel rage
and I don’t want to be kicked around… Pushed knocked down
And I can get to close… Fear that I could snap
And it all points to you… Tormented mind

You left me bloody on the ground beat down and all alone
No one else around alone alone alone
Bloody on the ground beat down and all alone
One else around alone alone alone

What it’s like to feel love… What it’s like to feel hate
From the bottom of my glass… To the scares upon fists
But I can’t seem to clear… Through my clouded mind
And I don’t feel to good… And I can’t remember why

beat down beat down never give up
beat down beat down never give up never give up
beat down beat down never give up
beat down beat down never give up never give up

You left me bloody on the ground beat down and all alone
No one else around alone alone alone
Bloody on the ground beat down and all alone
One else around alone alone alone

Stay Away
Don't you think you know me... or who I am
I'm not trying to pretend...... it's what I am
Pride in my subculture.... pride within myself
Don't you think you know me... or who I am

Walking down the streets surrounded by your stares
You see... you act... you follow with your glares
Time marches on we’ll sing this song
Before the next week your trend is gone

Stay away from me

Don't you think you know me... or who I am
I'm not trying to pretend...... it's what I am
Pride in my subculture.... pride within myself
Don't you think you know me... or who I am

Stay away from me

The Crow
In a field with gloom all around
I hear them fighting for their lives
The crow up high sits and waits
Fallen solider crows make no mistakes

Dark clouds blackened skies
Storm front nears through tiny eyes
The crow up high sits and waits
Fallen solider crows make no mistakes

Crows are watching mothers don’t let your boys march

In a field with gloom all around
I hear them fighting for their lives
The crow up high sits and waits
Fallen solider crows make no mistakes

Crows are watching mothers don’t let your boys march