With Stones in His Pockets - The Silence Mill

We smelled the sap
We heard the saw for miles
The sound of a paper tiger burning
They pledged a community garden
A community torn apart, we're free
To pocket the cash and bulldoze accountability
Use the wood to build a scaffold
For Nicolas Jacques Pelletier
For those planning crimes or planning crimes, oh what's a tree?
They killed the Duke
Philippe Égalité
Of course they wouldn't do the same to you
You watch as your dreams turn to carbon
Pick up and discard a fantasy
I've got an appointment with the next calamity
Or a wheel for St. Catherine
Or hanging in chains, or gibbeting
It's scaring the birds this grotesque, pointless bals des victimes
Hooray she cried
Hooray he cried
Hooray we cried
When that tree died
They pledged a community garden
A community torn apart, we're free
To pocket the cash and bulldoze accountability
I live in brick and in mortar
What is the rule of law to me?
I'm as disgusting as you, and you're as sick as me
Oh listen to all of their strawmen shout
As they mobilise the petite bourgeoisie
Are you ready to be the first since 1970s?

Written by:
Robert Tamplin

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