Mr. Downstairs - In a Bottle lyrics

If I could store all the world’s heat in a bottle You’d believe it and more If I could store all the world’s heat in a bottle You can’t bleed anymore Let the crowds unite, and we’ll pull our hair out with them Mother’s coming to take us away Let her shout tonight, then wash your hands clean of it This is what we call ‘having it all’ Let our shouts ignite – infuriate Big Brother Father’s coming to take us away So just paint it white. Maybe they won’t think of it Another story is sold today White out what’s left of the wasted time Right out and left in the friends of mine White out what’s left of the wasted time