Bring It Up - W. H. Lung

I play God, I play God and make pretend

A world of faceless, dank disgraces from way back when

It gets dark then it gets stark, a lark descends

On a hillside with a flat-tyre hopelessness

Bring it up!

Bring it up!

I’m a clown, now I’m profound, I’m kinged again

A hollow crown hangs upside down and I’m kinged again

I play God, oh good God I’m here again

Well, all in a day’s rent, who will we hate next?

Something bad, something good

Shall I talk about the government?

Bring it up!

Get it gone!

Bring it up!

The right brain gives the left brain

The left brain gives it up

And we’re good, we’re good, we’re good

‘til morning