We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them

My body is broken and bruised

My body is broken and bruised

We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them

We've been press ganged and hurriedly held 

We've been forgotten quicker than felled



And you're taken aback by 

The length of the list you've been thrown on:

The tailback of timorous souls who've 

Been dropped on the grey road from branches

The leaves that fall louder than backfire, 

All orange and Hallowe'en red

On a beautiful road.



We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them

My calibre craters in skin

From the trouble I've found myself in

We came here to ask if you'd stop selling them

In the god-fearing home of the brave 

As I crawl out the pram to the grave



And you're taken aback by 

The length of the list you've been thrown on:

The tailback of timorous souls who've 

Been dropped on the grey road from branches

The leaves that fall louder than backfire, 

All orange and Hallowe'en red

On a beautiful road.



It harks back to tree bursts in snow 

It harks back to tree bursts in snow 

It harks back to tree bursts in snow 

It harks back to tree bursts in snow 



Oh (x9)



And you're taken aback by 

The length of the list you've been thrown on:

The tailback of timorous souls who've 

Been dropped on the grey road from branches

The leaves that fall louder than backfire, 

All orange and Hallowe'en red

On a beautiful road.