Lyrics Bring It Up - W. H. Lung

Bring It Up

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