Kine - Abney Park

Bring a line of the people

Bring down, scoop 'em up.

Take the life from the people,

Go down, and move up.

This is were I reveal myself,

Were I show that I’m not fine.

Can’t follow the cattle people,

Not one of the Kine.

This is were I reveal myself,

Were I show that I’m not fine.

Can’t follow the cattle people,

Not one of the Kine.

This is were I redeam myself,

Were I show that I’m not blind.

Can’t follow your party’s people,

Not one of your kind.

Still I pray, that I’ll escape one day.

No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal

No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal.

No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal

No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal.

Here’s your cube

Here’s your stall,

Here’s your phone,

On the wall.

Bring a line of the people