That was my cup that you smashed
My yesterday drained away
Admit that you wouldn′t like
To live inside me today
Great expectations we had
What hopes burned in our eyes
But your sun illuminates the deadpan
Where our dream fries
The rosy clouds rush away
Replaced with a growing rage
The hand of promise takes the pen
And writes "nothing" on every page
Why do they all stare at me
As if I came from the moon
I'll sing to myself "it′ll be alright"
A foolish song without a tune
I see no land
I see no end
There's no way out or in
Frustration fans
The burning brands
I want my home again
You best hang on to your cash
Here, let me help with the sack
Our match-making went badly wrong
I'd ask for my money back
You compromise me to death
I bow and weep like a sheep
So narrow-minded is the bed
We lay in, but never sleep
Warm welcome for the forerunners
An arsonist′s bouquet of flames
I know it′s not a love match
But please try to play a friendly game
Come let's gather up the stars
We′ll share the gems, we'll share the task
I′d let you drink from all my dreams
And so much more
If you'd just ask
He′s not a beast of burden
Anymore to work your farm
Don't hang him up to bleed him dry
But snap his back, untwist his arms
You know that I'm your mirror self
And just like you I cry, I break
So in Hell′s Kitchen we must work together
Is how we′ll play
I see no land
I see no end
There's no way out or in
Frustration fans
The burning brands
I feel bored and used and binned
I ask a way out from the facies
Disguised by masks of ice
But no-one, no-one lends a hand
I need respect to keep me living
Not a politician′s porridge
I feel alone and robbed
Who stole my land
That was my cup that you smashed
My yesterday drained away
Give me a crumb of your tomorrow
Give me a home, give today
Give me a hole where I can lay
Writer(s): Andy Partridge, Herbert Groenemeyer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
