Empires Buildings And Acquisitions by The Dowling Poole Lyrics
Mmm….mm..mm.m…mm..mm.mmm.mm
Black smoke, the chimneys choking and the TV growls
It’s all but broken
This closed space, is almost taken up but we don’t mind
No one breaks it up
The points conceded – We’ve a little bit less than needed
But all in all the roof is sound the walls can hold a tune
And we’re happy where we are
Until the stars ignite the oceans and the earth is a glow
You can try your best to move us on but we won’t go
And you can’t say fairer than that
No you can’t say fairer than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
Be clear and fearless
Black heart, Midas fingers and he strides the world with a smell that lingers
And he won’t back down and he won’t be broken
And he’ll shut your mouth – if you’re outspoken
And he won’t come to discuss
He’ll shoot you from a distance with a blunderbuss
And all the while the country gents discreetly turn away
While the odds are stacked against us see the
Policemen hidden in the sand dunes (ah ah ah ah)
You bought protection for your pitch and putt
Who show the diggers to the backyards dig it up
You should know better than that
Yes you should know better than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
In twilight, does nobody see you at all?
Does nobody see you at all?
Empires, buildings and acquisitions
With your goons for hire and your paid permissions
Oh we won’t back down to your cold ambition
Though we can’t compete with your ammunition
You’re a big, bad, bowl of wrong
So take it on the chin son and move along
For while the roof is good and strong the walls will hold this tune
Though you lie when your denied you know
You should know better than that
Yes you should know better than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
Black smoke, the chimneys choking and the TV growls
It’s all but broken
This closed space, is almost taken up but we don’t mind
No one breaks it up
The points conceded – We’ve a little bit less than needed
But all in all the roof is sound the walls can hold a tune
And we’re happy where we are
Until the stars ignite the oceans and the earth is a glow
You can try your best to move us on but we won’t go
And you can’t say fairer than that
No you can’t say fairer than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
Be clear and fearless
Black heart, Midas fingers and he strides the world with a smell that lingers
And he won’t back down and he won’t be broken
And he’ll shut your mouth – if you’re outspoken
And he won’t come to discuss
He’ll shoot you from a distance with a blunderbuss
And all the while the country gents discreetly turn away
While the odds are stacked against us see the
Policemen hidden in the sand dunes (ah ah ah ah)
You bought protection for your pitch and putt
Who show the diggers to the backyards dig it up
You should know better than that
Yes you should know better than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
In twilight, does nobody see you at all?
Does nobody see you at all?
Empires, buildings and acquisitions
With your goons for hire and your paid permissions
Oh we won’t back down to your cold ambition
Though we can’t compete with your ammunition
You’re a big, bad, bowl of wrong
So take it on the chin son and move along
For while the roof is good and strong the walls will hold this tune
Though you lie when your denied you know
You should know better than that
Yes you should know better than that
And when the sun goes down and they’re coming through the windows
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)
They’ll be coming through the windows (when the sun goes down)