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The Butcher's Dog

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About

The Shipbuilders

Lyrics

Verse 1

Street was a stage

Pearly Kings

Pearly Queens

Buttons

Table

Rain

Toasting a reign

Black and white screen

Philip

Waving

Simple

Grey dog

Snatching sausages

Running

Fast

Chorus

We were fit as a butcher's dog you know

Before the spirit began to go

But the Constitution is on the slow

And the Dark Forces from afar

They have come to change the way we are

Verse 2

Hill

Shadows

Balfour

Haunting

Signature

Promise

Thinning the thread of the English air

Edward Heath opened up the door

New world

Ice

Thatcher

Blade

Cutting the memories

Cold

Bridge

Agents of Mischief

Already here

Whispering progress

Commoner

Ear

Boardroom

Floor

Paving the cobbled street

Grey

Verse 3

Blair

Grin

Brass

Polished

Letting the new in

Steel cage

Tearing the heart

Tearing the page

Tearing it down

Dog

Scent

Glass

Rent

Unwritten rules

Ghost

Bitten

Chorus

We were fit as a butcher's dog you know

Before the spirit began to go

But the Constitution is on the slow

And the Dark Forces from afar

They have come to change the way we are

Outro

Sausages gone

Buttons fallen off

Dark forces

Already here

Already here

Already here

Gone

Gone

Gone

Solo

Verse 4

Now the scaffolding is climbing high

Scraping the blue from a London sky

Crane arms swinging like a pendulum clock

Ticking away on the granite rock

Foreign money in a hollow shell

Buying the chime of a silent bell

The postman knocks but the house is bare

Just a digital ghost living inside there

Chorus

We were fit as a butcher's dog you know

Before the spirit began to go

But the Constitution is on the slow

And the Dark Forces from afar

They have come to change the way we are

Outro

Rebuilding the ruin

With glass and with chrome

Nobody left here

To call it a home

Just the wind in the wires

And the dust on the floor

They're bolting the window

And locking the door

Locked

Locked

The trumpet is blowing

The seasons are going

It is over

It is done

Gone

Gone

Gone

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