"Survival" as written by and Sally/krell Oldfield....
I put up a song
Sad
To grease the temple
Start in the middle
With no hands, no fans to hit me like you do
I would rather be wrong than to burn forever
Mired in achy blue

The flames they love you but my lips catch fire

I put up a sign said, "Grease the temple"
Startled tomatoes
It sounds like nothing so hip me to the till
We would rather belong than to spend our lives cold
Obfuscate by will
I feel some electric bass is up to Hill

Survival
We fight over who comes along
We let the dew drops beat us black and blue
Balloons write the songs
Mistreat me like the the boy you knew
Who sings his life along
And spins you like a fool top
How long – wait – STOP

I put up a song
Sad
To grease the temple
Start in the middle with no hands
No hands to hit me like I like
You can hammer these long words
And sentences into obscenes you like
I feel I'm missing
Bait, just off the mike

Survival
We fight over who comes along
We let the dew drops beat us black and blue
Balloons light the lawns
Treat me like the the boy you knew
Who swings his life along, and sings you like a fool song
How long – wait – STOP

Feet don't want to drag
You lucky Jew, you're spot on
Let's see those fingers, hon
Spit out your gum and sing along
Oh, your luck is through
They all still speak of your sweet decisions, son
About a suitcase junky bum


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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