Lyrics

Deep greedy and googling every corner Deep greedy and googling every corner Dead in the middle Of the C-O-double-M O-N Little did I know then That the Mandela Boys become Mandela Men Tall woman Pull the pylons down And wrap them around the necks Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next Steepled fingers Steepled fingers In your hoof lies the heartland where we tеnt for In your hoof lies the heartland whеre we tent for In your hoof lies the heartland where we tent for In your hoof lies the heartland where we tent for In your hoof lies the heartland where we tent for Steepled fingers Steepled fingers Steepled fingers Steepled fingers