Badgeman Brown - Blur

This is the voice of someone

Calling from a lonely hill

To the hard of hearing

For those who never will

A long legged someone

Seen walking away from home

Look a vacant dreamer

Walking alone alone

Ways that turn and turn

Which is what we'd learn

As suffering believers

In the book of Badgeman Brown

They're dropping like flies

In a suburban house

From a lack of anything

Anything to keep their hands in

And the town keeps screaming

From a lonely hill

Another lack of people

Those who never will

Ways that turn and turn

Which I what we'd learn

As suffering believers

In the book of Badgeman Brown

This is the voice of someone

Calling from a lonely hill

For the hard of hearing

For those who never will

The days will turn and turn

Which is what we'd learn

As average believers

In the book of Badgeman Brown