We´ll play on the road
Flytipping careful as you go
And we´ll watch as the lorries
Transport their precious loads

With a bag in our hands
Flytipping me and my patient man
Just by the hard shoulder
There´s few who understand

What is mine and what is yours?
Do we own these things?
What has it all been for?
Flytipping on the road, of course

What is yours and what is ours?
Do we fool ourselves with all those pretty words?
Flytipping on the road with her

And I´ll take you to the fortress
As the paper drips blood for me, slow
Under the trees
Two hunters looking for ivory

Discard their possessions
Cast them to the breeze
´Cause the worms in the ground
And the crows as they circle ´round
God made these things to cling to
For it haunts their playground

What is mine and what is yours?
Do we own these things?
What has it all been for?
Flytipping on the road, of course
Shiny things that shine for us
Should we shawl ourselves with all this pretty stuff?
Flytipping feels like just enough

And I´ll take you to the fortress
By the nettles by the roundabouts

And I´ll pick you wild roses
In the tunnels by the underpass