Come Down And Buy Songtext / Lyric

There's an avenue from a Roman road

Trees anchored in lost oceans

A land that saw a desert war

Needs more than your devotions

The way he cupped his cigarette

His turned-up hoodlum collar

His eyes are sharp, they calculate

Exchange rates for the dollar



Vast nights, complacent empires

Holy tourists, the ghosts of olive trees

White dogs, a maze of caverns

come down and buy these tapestries






A waiter waits to pounce on you

With his friend, the organiser

The mosques are free but he charges you

And you are none the wiser

A traffic cop who needs a ride

Says he has a friend to meet

He complains the whole way going

And leaves you stranded in a one-way street



Why can't they be just poor

I mean reassuringly poor

The harmless poor, the safely poor

Whose souls we steal in Nikon theft

The grateful poor, whose hands we shook

And quickly washed before we left

Oh let them just be poor