No Trophy – A Band Of Bees – letras

Ask the rivermanWhere the river flowsAsk the postmanWho he knowsThere’s the memory of mistrustPushing at the glass makes it stopLaid down dry head to headThis is what we wantSold outThe figures that are left are lonelyYou won but don’t get no trophyIf you’ve got none to give then i won’t take a thingWho will defend your bed tonight