Saving Face from Blank Pages by Lost Cherrees

I dreamt you had me in a vice
You turned the handle deep inside
Feeling trapped you held me down
Tied my hands to the ground

I’m always one to speak my mind
With a ball and gag to keep me quiet
Don’t worry about me cos I’m saving face
Rip my character wide apart, I’m saving face

It’s easy to talk, to disgrace, manipulate
In this human race at a stupid pace
To disappear without a trace is easy
To stick around isn’t always pretty

It’s been like a head-spinning race
To keep it together to save face
Don’t worry about me cos I’m saving face
Rip my character wide apart, I’m saving face

Don’t worry about me cos I’m saving face
Rip my character wide apart, I’m saving face
Hold your own and you will see
Exactly what you are meant to be

Don’t worry about me cos I’m saving face
Rip my character wide apart, I’m saving face
Hold your own and you will see
Exactly what you are meant to be

• Eighties Punk
• Punk
• anarcho-punk
• political punk
• protest music
• London