State Hospital
The half back-flip conception, a state hospital birth
The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
Brought home to breathe smoke in the arms of her mother
The blunt kitchen knife who just lays in a submissive position
Beneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fist
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was born into a grave
And in the limp through years of bored schooling
She's accustomed to hearing that she could never run far
A slipped disc in the spine of community
A bloody curse word in a pedestrian verse
Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks
She cries on the high street just to be heard
A screaming anchor for nothing in particular
At the foot of the fuck of it, and dragging her heels in the dirt
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was born into a grave
The cheek of youth flashed red and turned green
Now she lies on the pavement, she's helped to her feet
All thighs, hair and magpie handbags
Saturday's uniform for the 'fuck me' parade
Brought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber
Ruddy and balding who just needs a spine to dig into
A chest for the head and a hand for the holding
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was, she was
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her skin is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was, she was
A broken elevator anthem held between floors
But if blood is thicker than concrete
All is not lost
All is not lost
All is not lost
All is not lost
All is not lost
The most threadbare, tall story the country has ever heard
Brought home to breathe smoke in the arms of her mother
The blunt kitchen knife who just lays in a submissive position
Beneath the national weight and the slow arc of a fist
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was born into a grave
And in the limp through years of bored schooling
She's accustomed to hearing that she could never run far
A slipped disc in the spine of community
A bloody curse word in a pedestrian verse
Spirits in graveyards and fingers in car parks
She cries on the high street just to be heard
A screaming anchor for nothing in particular
At the foot of the fuck of it, and dragging her heels in the dirt
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was born into a grave
The cheek of youth flashed red and turned green
Now she lies on the pavement, she's helped to her feet
All thighs, hair and magpie handbags
Saturday's uniform for the 'fuck me' parade
Brought home to keep warm in the arms of a plumber
Ruddy and balding who just needs a spine to dig into
A chest for the head and a hand for the holding
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her blood is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was, she was
Her heart beats like a breezeblock thrown down the stairs
Her skin is thicker than concrete forced to be brave
She was, she was
A broken elevator anthem held between floors
But if blood is thicker than concrete
All is not lost
All is not lost
All is not lost
All is not lost
All is not lost
Credits
Writer(s): Scott John Hutchison, Grant David Hutchison, Andy Monaghan, Russell Gordon Skene, David William Lawrence Kennedy
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