Lyrics
He visited me in my dreams
And asked me to speak kindly of him
He whispers that everything
Is not what it seems
Look at what we have built ourselves
By wanting to go with the flow
Don’t blame me when they come a’ knocking
You’ve no stomach for the show
The rot
Runs from the bottom to the top
Just like Peppermint, peppermint rock
Look at what we have built ourselves
By wanting to go with the flow
Don’t blame me when they come a’ knocking
You’ve no stomach for the show
The rot
Runs from the bottom to the top
Just like Peppermint, peppermint rock
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Woolrich
