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Lyric to "Top of the Tree"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wSlQtM84rI
It seems we're at the end,
Because we're looking back,
The highest form of life?
I saw one high on crack.
She said she sees the sky,
When she's on her back.
She don't know who came by,
She's not keeping track.
It must be hard to live,
When your mind's so torn,
Between the Champagne glass,
And the croquet lawn.
Poor man at the gate,
And his hope's stillborn.
Does it cut your flesh,
This rose's thorn?
Chorus:
You say we're top of the tree,
And we can see what's all around.
If this is the top of the tree.
Please help me to climb back down.
Do you believe in hell,
But that it's all too late?
Or that it's not your fault.
There's nothing to debate.
It's 'cause you've worked so hard,
Or just down fate,
Or your free market god;
He orders your estate.
Chorus
D'you see what nature's selected?
And do you like what you see?
I'd like to turn it around now and crawl back, back, back to the sea.
D'you think that I'm unfair,
To pick on just one man;
There are so many more,
Of who' I'm not a fan.
Just 'cause you're not alone,
Cannot change your guilt.
How do you sleep at night?
You must know you're filth.
Chorus
The writing's on the wall,
You'd better watch your back now,
And you should never sleep easy.
The writing's on the wall,
You wrote it with your own hand,
I hope you never sleep easy.
The writing's on the wall,
The writing's on the wall,
The writing's on the wall.
