I Turn My Face to the Forest Floor

It's the kind of thing which once drove men into the desert night I see no deserts here I see no deserts here And the East End rogue you so admire is a murdering fuckhead The influence is clear The influence is clear You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago Ooh Ooh Ooh You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago You're only a stone's throw from all the violence you buried years ago