David Hitchcock - In the Land of Grey and Pink lyrics

In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies And they're climbing down your chimney, yes they're trying to get in Come to take your money – isn't it a sin, they're so thin They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need While sailing back in morning light, we'll wash our teeth in the sea And when the day gets really bright, we'll go to sea drinking tea So we'll sail away for just one day to the land where the punk weed grows You won't need any money, just fingers and your toes And when it's dark our boat will park on a land of warm and green Pick our fill of punk weed and smoke it till we bleed, that's all we'll need They've black buckets in the sky, don't leave your dad in the rain Cigarettes burn bright tonight, they'll all get washed down the drain