Tilly And The Wall - Poor Man's Ice Cream lyrics

The scent of flowers in the crowded street A lonely bell singing for pa**ing feet "You may not come in here (You may not come in here) Sweaty time, dirty time to stand Watch out mouth, hard argument You may not come in here (You may not come in here)" Hey, fold your flag out a steer(?) (fold your flag) Hoist it up high to make it real (hoist it high) A canvas bag to fit it all (a canvas bag) Hands suspended all, needs to bend and crawl Well, whose land are you standing on? Lines, lines, lines Poor man's ice cream Poor man's ice cream And this is so, so, so real You can see that, shining in the gutter It's right over there (no, it's not over here) Then which way are you supposed to fear? A full set of broken teeth to bear It's right over there (no, it's not over here) They built a wall out of bricks (built a wall) Made it real long, made sure everyone could see it (made it real long) A message write and this (a message write) "This is not your home You do not belong here" Well, whose land are you standing on? They're na-na-na-na-knocking on your door Well, whose land are you standing on? They're na-na-na-na-knocking on your store What were you dreaming of? Yeah, what were you dreaming of? Poor man's ice cream Poor man's ice cream What do you want from us? Yeah, what do you want from us? Poor man's ice cream Poor man's ice cream What were you dreaming of? Yeah, what were you dreaming of? Poor man's ice cream Poor man's ice cream