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