The old wall The old wall The old walls The old walls and the silence in me The way you scream, and you bawl at whatever you did It's never pleasant to show But always pleasant in the chapters you flick through And get through, there's one and there's two The orange fences blind me The whirr of the cars and the rhythm of the street The rain is always on show It's ever-present as the skyline wants to choke All this hope, it's lost, let's not joke Wants to soak All this hope, it's lost, let's not joke I bought some flowers, you see? I placed 'em on the table and got down on one knee But what you want, you don't get It's probably better if we never hold this reef of much grief And lead the street march from deceit Hold this reef of our grief And lead the street march from belief The reef of grief, the reef of grief The reef of grief, street march deceit The reef of grief, the reef of grief The reef of grief, street march deceit Deceit I got it canned near the Ibis Hotel Up the road from the ruins of the Roman cartel Sun beat down, I tried to match it Ya match don't light then try and scratch it Sun beat down, I tried to match it Ya match don't light then try and scratch it Scratch it up left, mess it up right Do the fucking fox-trot, anything ya like Anything you like, anything you like Anything you like, anything you like The reef of grief, the reef of grief The reef of grief, street march deceit The reef of grief, the reef of grief The reef of grief, street march deceit Deceit Deceit Deceit Robbin' bastard