I Turn My Face To The Forest Floor

It's the kind of thing which once drove men into the desert night

I see no deserts here

I see no deserts here

And the East End rogue you so admire is a murdering fuckhead

The influence is clear

The influence is clear

You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago

You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago

You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago

You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago