Steve Towson. The Venom In My Veins. Long Drive Through Ipswich. Zeneszám

Cause it's a long drive through Ipswich
Long drive through town
Long drive through Ipswich as the sun is setting down
On me

I can see the look of anguish
Written across your face
As I lay down your weary hand
I can see you've reached the end of your race

For the poison it lies within your blood
The poison's in your belly
I can hear the banshee as she howls
Moving through the corridor

For all of your life you vested your trust
In the hands of those driven by lust
For convenience
Financial reward
Until at last you severed the cord