If I called you a killer, would you stab me in my heart?
The way is open and while you're choking, we're all waiting for the start
And once it's spoken, the way is open to conjoin what was apart
And not just token, the way is open to put the balm on where it's smart, yeah, yeah
♪
Pretty words are colourless but pleasing to my mind
And if I'm joking, once it's spoken, pretty words seem pretty dry
And here's a token of what was broken and if it makes you want to cry
Once it's spoken, the way is open to wash the blink out of your eye, yeah, yeah
♪
The iron pen
A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all
The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls
But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
♪
Silly words are colourless but twisting to my tongue
The way is open to not die choking on a liturgy of crumbs
And once it's spoken, the way is open to put ice on hammered thumbs
And not just spoken, and not a token
And you won't see it when it comes, yeah, yeah
♪
The iron pen
A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all
The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls
But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
The way is open and while you're choking, we're all waiting for the start
And once it's spoken, the way is open to conjoin what was apart
And not just token, the way is open to put the balm on where it's smart, yeah, yeah
♪
Pretty words are colourless but pleasing to my mind
And if I'm joking, once it's spoken, pretty words seem pretty dry
And here's a token of what was broken and if it makes you want to cry
Once it's spoken, the way is open to wash the blink out of your eye, yeah, yeah
♪
The iron pen
A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all
The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls
But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
♪
Silly words are colourless but twisting to my tongue
The way is open to not die choking on a liturgy of crumbs
And once it's spoken, the way is open to put ice on hammered thumbs
And not just spoken, and not a token
And you won't see it when it comes, yeah, yeah
♪
The iron pen
A plastic smile and a conceit that defeats it all
The higher ground is all the while outside these city walls
But do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Do go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on
Other albums by the artist
8 A.M. All Day
1996 · album
The O.T.S. (Early Version)
1996 · single
Live on WPTS, 1997
2022 · single
What About Blighty?
2022 · single
Hip Straights
2022 · single
Innocents Abroad
2022 · EP
All My Kin
2022 · single
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