I am the one who gave you a chance in life
How could you try and end my life
Draygo's guilt
Still apparent
Draygo's guilt
Still
How long is long in a hellish place?
And dreams today are draining us dry
And I proclaim some loyalty frightened me
Master bold morals get reptiles and ankles
A spiritual king has to rise or perish
And throw away the charity handouts
Blow his nose on last pound note
Scan window menus and walk away but
Sit still
Hate from the hills
And all the bands still dream of photo-Draygo
The county of Lancs dreams of photo-Draygo
Guitars in hands that turn and stab you
And sexy with bass dreams of photo-Draygo
But
Hate from the hills
How many times do I have to say this
I should not have to say this
But each time the blood was clear like liquid gold
The Fall - Draygo's Guilt Lyrics
The Fall - Draygo's Guilt Lyrics
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I am the one who gave you a chance in life
How could you try and end my life
Draygo's guilt
Still apparent
Draygo's guilt
Still
How long is long in a hellish place?
And dreams today are draining us dry
And I proclaim some loyalty frightened me
Master bold morals get reptiles and ankles
A spiritual king has to rise or perish
And throw away the charity handouts
Blow his nose on last pound note
Scan window menus and walk away but
Sit still
Hate from the hills
And all the bands still dream of photo-Draygo
The county of Lancs dreams of photo-Draygo
Guitars in hands that turn and stab you
And sexy with bass dreams of photo-Draygo
But
Hate from the hills
How many times do I have to say this
I should not have to say this
But each time the blood was clear like liquid gold
How could you try and end my life
Draygo's guilt
Still apparent
Draygo's guilt
Still
How long is long in a hellish place?
And dreams today are draining us dry
And I proclaim some loyalty frightened me
Master bold morals get reptiles and ankles
A spiritual king has to rise or perish
And throw away the charity handouts
Blow his nose on last pound note
Scan window menus and walk away but
Sit still
Hate from the hills
And all the bands still dream of photo-Draygo
The county of Lancs dreams of photo-Draygo
Guitars in hands that turn and stab you
And sexy with bass dreams of photo-Draygo
But
Hate from the hills
How many times do I have to say this
I should not have to say this
But each time the blood was clear like liquid gold
Writer: Craig Scanlon, Mark Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management