Boston Manor - Flowers in Your Dustbin

I'm a victim of an old regime.
I was promised gold by a silver screen.
I can't continue, I'm running on fumes.
I'm done with the drugs.
I'm sick of this room.

If I'm a flower in your dustbin
Then you're the pesticide on me
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
With no mouth you can't breathe.

There's a puddle & a missing tooth.
I threw up blood in the fountain of youth. 
I don't have a place, I don't have a home.
I take my meds, I live through my phone. 

If I'm a flower in your dustbin
Then you're the pesticide on me
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
With no mouth you can't breathe.

Shoot them all, let me sort them out. 

If I'm a flower in your dustbin
Then you're the pesticide on me
If I'm a flower in your dustbin
With no mouth you can't breathe.

Written by:
Ash Wilson, Daniel Cunniff, Henry Cox, Jordan Pugh, Mike Cunniff

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Lyrics © Sentric Music

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