Paroles: Connells (The). Still Life. Crown.

The crown is off the one-headed you
You down and out and side step through
Then pounding out the crowded streets
10 o'clock in the morning

The street's rising up
And your head's ringing
And everything

Gonna claim
Gonna name
Gonna shout it out
Couldn't leave me out again
Gonna call
Gonna call
Gonna sound it out
Something's really here

You've got a world to tell
In the towers round about the criers calling out
To warn against the things we want
In the towers
round and round
and round and round
Well, you wonder how I once used to be
Like your brother said "It's only head"

Gonna claim
Gonna name
Gonna shout it out
It's here, it's here it's here
Gonna call
Gonna call
Gonna sound it out
Something's really here