Angels talking
Doesn't matter
To a man like your father
He just wants to make a dollar
Out of anything
Just strip it all down to the bone like a butcher
With shiny white cleavers
Of stolen ivory
Does he have some
Moral high-ground
To spit noises not sounds
Kick the ladder down under
And tell us how to think
That we can have it all if we put our minds to it
Like there's nothing else to it
If he's so clever
Why can't he understand
That this world is so different
To the one that he sneers at
He gets so angry
Cos he knows that this voice is not his
And the voice is not his
Any longer
And we can change it all if we put our minds to it
Cos there's nothing else to it
Raff Poole - Boomer Lyrics
Raff Poole - Boomer Lyrics
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Angels talking
Doesn't matter
To a man like your father
He just wants to make a dollar
Out of anything
Just strip it all down to the bone like a butcher
With shiny white cleavers
Of stolen ivory
Does he have some
Moral high-ground
To spit noises not sounds
Kick the ladder down under
And tell us how to think
That we can have it all if we put our minds to it
Like there's nothing else to it
If he's so clever
Why can't he understand
That this world is so different
To the one that he sneers at
He gets so angry
Cos he knows that this voice is not his
And the voice is not his
Any longer
And we can change it all if we put our minds to it
Cos there's nothing else to it
Doesn't matter
To a man like your father
He just wants to make a dollar
Out of anything
Just strip it all down to the bone like a butcher
With shiny white cleavers
Of stolen ivory
Does he have some
Moral high-ground
To spit noises not sounds
Kick the ladder down under
And tell us how to think
That we can have it all if we put our minds to it
Like there's nothing else to it
If he's so clever
Why can't he understand
That this world is so different
To the one that he sneers at
He gets so angry
Cos he knows that this voice is not his
And the voice is not his
Any longer
And we can change it all if we put our minds to it
Cos there's nothing else to it
Writer: Raff Poole
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