Royce Wood Junior - The Basin lyrics

It's the night time and a jailor at the door And the daylight and the bluebird are no more It's the hand that fits the fingers and the glove it's the phosphor on the viaduct of love And the trucks on the horizon dig the floor Ain't the breakfast of the champions no more It's the gift that keeps the lupine from the door It's the coinflip that decides you are no more! You better stop messing with the lighter If you don't want to get fire In the kindling of a flammable soul And the bung that stops the flow Of all the lava and the golden that you'd rather not be having on show It's the censorship of blinding dynamite It's an unsung hero crying through the night It's the humming of a grinding little tune And the screaming of prayer up to the moon It's the porcelain proprietor carefree And the copper coloured rioter buried It's the sulphur in flow of the supply It's the delta and the basin compromised Every sinew every fibre could be bonafide dynamite Don't lip-sync an achievable goal Every minute, every hour There's a scandal 'bout to flower In the gaslight of a terrible glow Put the kettle on!