Lyrics

You upset the apple tree,
The fruit came tumbling down.
The flesh got bruised and fell away,
But the seeds were not to be found.

You go where you godam please.
I find myself hanging from these trees.

Wheels go round in a certain way,
It stops us from hitting the floor,
But you took a spanner into the cogs,
The wheels went round no more.

If you're looking for a good time,
Turn to God before crime.
Making sure you cover your arse.
If there's a lesson been learned,
And a page has been turned,
We'll find ourselves falling on finer sands.

I used to know everyone around this town.
But now when I go home, I go out alone.