Poor Man's Ice Cream Lyrics - O - Tilly And The Wall

The scent of flowers in the crowded street 

A lonely bell singing for passing feet 

You may not come in here 

Sweaty day, dirty time to stand 

Watch out mouth, hard argument 

You may not come in here 

Hey, fold your flag [Incomprehensible] 

Hoist it up high to make it real 

A canvas bag to fit it all 

Hands suspended all, needs to bend and crawl 

Well, whose land are you standing on? 

Lines, lines, lines 

Poor mans ice cream 

Poor mans ice cream 

And this is so, so, so real 

You can see that shining in the gutter 

Its right over there, no, its not over here 

And which way are you supposed to fear? 

A full set of broken teeth to bear 

Its right over there, no, its not over here 

They built a wall out of bricks 

Made it real long, made sure everyone could see it 

A message write and this 

This is not your home, you do not belong 

Well, whose land are you standing on? 

Theyre na, na, na, na knocking on your door 

Well, whose land are you standing on? 

Theyre na, na, na, na knocking on your store 

What were you dreaming of? 

Yeah, what were you dreaming of? 

Poor mans ice cream 

Poor mans ice cream 

What do you want from us? 

Yeah, what do you want from us? 

Poor mans ice cream 

Poor mans ice cream 

What were you dreaming of? 

Yeah, what were you dreaming of? 

Poor mans ice cream 

Poor mans ice cream