Bertie Blackman. Lust And Found. Zeneszám

This place is hungry
Too hungry for me
Biting at our faces
Biting at the seams

So take this diction
It's slicing up our feet
Gnawing at our conscience
Gnawing something sweet

Oh, get me out of this town
'Cause I am kept in a box of lost and found
Oh, get me out of this town
'Cause I belong underground

This place is hungry

Too hungry for me
'Cause I'm like a soldier
I'm playing make believe

And what would our parents say
As this generation bleeds
They'd say I know what you love is
But it's lost in a red, red sea

Oh, get me out of this town
'Cause I am kept in a box of lost and found
Oh, get me out of this town
'Cause I belong underground [repeat]