Plunkett - Sweat lyrics

See these furrowed lines that eat my face And this bitter sweat I bleed to stay See these synchronized hands that leave me cold And these silver streaks as they unfold As I dream of a place for my love And forty more years of being pushed from above With no thanks at all for all the days that I've sold And swallowed my pride to make a place I call home Taste this poisoned air that fates my son In this broken church of soulless songs And I dream of a place for my love And forty more years of being pushed from above With no thanks at all for all the days that I've sold And swallowed my pride to keep this place I call home (Ok...) Well if you've got something to say Lets all hear it, someone'll know your name So if you wanna go far, then start to work those tongues You all know where my arse is! See these furrowed lines that bless my face And this holy sweat I bleed with grace As I dream of a place for my love And forty more years of being pushed from above With no thanks at all for all the days that I've sold And swallowed my pride to keep this place I call home I swallow my pride But you ain't got none at all