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The Growlers

Who Loves The Scum?

 

Who Loves The Scum?


We get left high and dry
We never tasted the high life
I checked the runner's sky
Deaf ears upon the poor cry

Ocean in the background
Someday I will be found

It'll come around
It's gotta come around
It's gonna come around

Oh you think it might sound funny
Till all your wealth and all
Your money's gone

Who loves the scum?
Not everyone

Wait for the crumbling sky
Rain down radiated love
Wait for the crumbling night
Send the spirit from above

And no more lucky ones
I see it now
We'll have our time when stars collide
And bring this whole sham down

Hell ain't where we're headed
And this ain't heaven
Slow tides shifting now
Bringing the luck
We weren't allowed

Wait for the crumbling sky
Rain down radiated love
Wait for the crumbling night
Send the spirit from above

Ignore them here
Everything's clear
Some kind of love
Burning like the sun

In big black print
Says where we're heading
New one every day now
They all point to Armageddon
If it's all too much
From Hong Kong to touching
You've got a yellow belly
Rubber guts turn fight to flight

See the change round the bend
Oh it's not the end

We get left high and dry
We never tasted the high life
I checked the runner's sky
Deaf ears upon the poor cry

It'll come around
It's gotta come around
It's gonna come around

Oh you think it might sound funny
Till all your wealth and all
Your money is gone

Wait for the crumbling sky
Rain down radiated love
(Who loves the scum?)
Wait for the crumbling night
Send the spirit from above
(Not everyone)

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