Low - Violent Soho

Old folks have the best view here

Grids with grass and tin roof glare, now

A victory dance when no one’s won

The pension dreams have come undone

Tell me what it’s worth

Yeah, what it’s worth

Tell me what it’s worth

Yeah, what it’s worth

Every morning there’s a halo hanging from a thread

Every morning there’s a halo hanging from a thread

Call, response as egos flair

Bitumen reflects a stare down

Tiny king lays down a ruse

I’m just coming up here for air

I’m just coming up here for air

Tell me what it’s worth

Yeah, what it’s worth

Tell me what it’s worth

Yeah, what it’s worth

Every morning there’s a halo hanging from a thread

Every morning there’s a halo hanging from a thread

So low

Low

So low

Low

Low