Flowers - Ian Hunter

Danger lurks in every alleyway

The top two percent out of touch

No one learns from the lessons of history

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

They fill your heart with ancient mystery

And no one knows who to trust

It’s too late when you discover that

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Why don’t you give it up

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

Hunger, anger, propaganda

Ain’t it time we all grew up

And we all got dreams but nobody’s listening

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Why don’t you give it up

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

Death, starvation, exploitation

Helpless, homeless, furious

Mass confusion, disillusion

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

I can’t see God, the trees are in the way

I can’t see hope, can’t find love

Every man killed is an insult to any faith

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Why don’t you give it up

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Give it up (give it up)

Why don’t you give it up

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough

We all sing «Thanks for the memories»

Sometimes flowers ain’t enough