We just can't do anything about it
And where's the blood?
We think the same things at the same time
Harrowdown Hill
I can't take their pressure
So you can't count
There are too many of us
Ask the ministry
So dry your eyes
Away from them
Did I fall or was I pushed?
I'm coming home
We think the same things at the same time
No one cares if you live or die
They want me gone
There are too many of us
So don't ask me
That's where I'm lying down
I'm coming home
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
I'm coming home
So dry your eyes
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
Harrowdown Hill
Can you see me when I'm running?
And where's the blood?
When you've become inconvenient
I'm coming home
We just can't do anything about it
Did I fall or was I pushed?
They just want me gone
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
Don't ask me
Ask the ministry
It has me led to the backroom
So you can't
We think the same things at the same time
Near where you used to go to school
We think the same things at the same time
Away from them
To make it all right
It was a slippery slippery slippery slope
It has me led to the backroom
Can you see me when I'm running?
Upon Harrowdown Hill
So you can't count
That's where I am
There are so many of us
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
So you can't count
To make it all right
There are too many of us
We think the same things at the same time