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We'll play on the road Flytipping careful as you go And we'll watch as the lorries Transport their precious loads With a bag in our hands Flytipping me and my patient man Just by the hard shoulder There's few who understand What is mine and what is yours? Do we own these things? What has it all been for? Flytipping on the road, of course What is yours and what is ours? Do we fool ourselves with all those pretty words? Flytipping on the road with her And I'll take you to the fortress As the paper drips bllod for me, slow Under the trees Two hunters looking for ivory Discard their possessions Cast them to the breeze 'Cause the worms in the ground SongtexteAnd the crows as they circle 'round God made these things to cling to For it haunts their playground What is mine and what is yours? Do we own these things? What has it all been for? Flytipping on the road, of course Shiny things that shine for us Should we shawl ourselves with all this pretty stuff? Flytipping feels like just enough And I'll take you to the fortress By the nettles by the roundabouts And I'll pick you wild roses In the tunnels by the underpass Aus Songtexte Mania