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Cold Grey English Skies

​This song was written by Headsticks and features on their amazing album Feather and Flame. When our sets were more cover-version heavy we used to play this and run it straight into Curtain Call. Headsticks very kindly gave us permission to continue this tradition on our first release!

EP Cover

​Verse

Standing on the corner of a dead end street​

Begging for some coppers to buy something to eat

The sun it never shines in the shadow of the fat cat's greed

And all he ever dreamed of is a warm bed and a bloody good feed

The sun it never shines in the shadow of the fat cat's greed​​

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Pre-chorus

Feeling down, feeling down, feeling agitated

Maybe it's time that this town was painted

Red, painted red, painted red maybe one last time?

Painted red, painted red, painted red maybe one last time

Feeling down, feeling down, feeling agiitated

Maybe it's time that this town was painted

Red, painted red, painted red maybe one last time?

Painted red, painted red, painted red maybe one last time

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Chorus

Under cold, grey, English skies​

See the roses as they wither and they die

Under cold, grey, English skies

See the roses as they wither and they die

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Verse

In the darkness of an alley, she swallows her pride​​

There's a few quid in her pocket helps to stem the flowing tide

It's a price she's gotta pay, there's a child and a habit to be fed

On the other side of town lies a child covered lowly in a bed

It's a price she's gotta pay, there's a child and a habit to be fed

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Pre-chorus

Feeling down, feeling down, feeling agitated

Maybe it's time that this town was painted

Red, painted red, painted red maybe one last time?

Painted red, painted red, painted red maybe one last time

Feeling down, feeling down, feeling agiitated

Maybe it's time that this town was painted

Red, painted red, painted red maybe one last time?

Painted red, painted red, painted red maybe one list time

​

Chorus

Under cold, grey, English skies​

See the roses as they wither and they die

Under cold, grey, English skies

See the roses as they wither and they die

Under cold, grey, English skies

Under cold, grey, English skies

Under cold, grey, English skies

Under cold, grey, English skies

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