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muddy summers and the dirty field whores - glass houses lyrics

[verse 1]
there’s a greenhouse with no glass that still turns weeds into trees
there’s a hedge entwined with brambles, private harvest of blackberries
there’s a blossom choked with ivy, home to a rare colony of bees
and there’s a stunning crop of bindweeds whose resilience feeds
irritation in the neighbours, too often on their knees
scissor#cutting laws with imaginary aims to please

[chorus]
some of us are pigs in our own filth
but it doesn’t mean that the sk!lls
that live inside these heads that can’t even make the bed
are worthless ’cause their inner housewife’s dead
are worthless ’cause their inner housewife’s dead
are worthless ’cause my inner housewife’s dead

[verse 2]
there’s a sink full of dishes and a worktop that often vanishes
where the vanity of normal life doesn’t reflect in a dirty knife
fifteen years since the windows were cleaned, but the sun and the clouds can still be seen
cobwebs catch the dust, who is anyone to judge?
whoever needs to, i guess, we’ve all got sanity to maintain
here’s to focussing on the can#do, and never having to explain

[chorus]
but some of us are pigs in our own filth
but it doesn’t mean that the sk!lls
that live inside these heads that can’t even make the bed
are worthless ’cause their inner housewife’s dead
are worthless ’cause their inner housewife’s dead
are worthless ’cause my inner housewife’s dead

[outro]
i’m a dog that rolls in sh#t
and i reckon i’m happier for it
you don’t live inside this head that can’t even make the bed
it’s a shame your inner judge ain’t dead
it’s a shame your inner judge ain’t dead
and it’s a shame my inner judge ain’t dead

- muddy summers and the dirty field whores lyrics

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