[Lyric] Slayed (The Mob (UK))

The desert stretches
Across the endless piles of sand
And the compass spins round
Lodged somewhere in my hand
And while I'm searching
Through my soul
I found at last
A waterhole

While I'm wading
Through bureaucratic piles of waste
Your putrid smell
Leaves a sweet distaste
And while I'm searching
Through my soul
I found at last
A waterhole

The concrete towers erect jungle
Smashed up old park bench
The monuments of sweeter days
Upon them where your children play
Your children move
They're puppets now
Destroying all your sacred cows
And while I'm searching
Through my soul
I found at last
A waterhole!
And in these wars that you have made
With the children you have made
Through your ships you now must wade
You were the slayer, you're now the slayed

You were the slayer, you're now the slayed
You were the slayer, you're now the slayed