Join Hands

Eats away your body But you have big eyes I can smell your truth inside And I can taste your lies And I can taste your lies When your tales are tall Frank and family on your wall We don't grass and we never will We visit our people in the 'ville We don't grass and we never will The void is big, but the memory's vaster Death is quick, but life moves faster Our days are all cut short Lines of the borough define our fort Our days are all cut short Every city's got that street Where thieves and thugs and posh boys meet It's all there, for a third The new generation will never learn And we'll never learn The void is big, but the memory's vaster Death is quick, but life moves faster Our days are all cut short Lines of the borough define our fort Should we ask for something more Now our days are all cut short Always there but never here Grief and loss make meaning clear Always there but never here I'm glad I saw you before the fall Now we all join hands and make a wall The void is big, but the memory's vaster Death is quick, but life moves faster Our days are all cut short Lines of the borough define our fort Should we ask for something more Now our days are all cut short Now our days are all cut short Now our days are all cut short Now our days are all cut short