| Song | Love's The Greatest Instrument |
| Artist | Thea Gilmore |
| Album | Murphy's Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I heard the deal was done | |
| That it was sealed last night | |
| The red woman stood to take the oath | |
| lt wasn't front page news | |
| She wasn't pretty | |
| These days things are either nothing or they're both | |
| Another sip of wine another card | |
| And then I really have to leave | |
| They saved my place in line | |
| The ugly anodyne | |
| To beg another's master for reprieve | |
| Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
| Well is it just my ears | |
| Or does that beat appear | |
| Just a little quieter than before | |
| I guess we knew the score | |
| The centre couldn't hold | |
| The ladies pearls will skid across the floor | |
| It'll come from Albert Dock | |
| It'll come from Tower Bridge | |
| It'll grab our politicians by the balls | |
| Our quiet stupor our broken culture | |
| Our best defence is no defence at all | |
| Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
| And you can call it progress | |
| And you can call it foresight | |
| Oh I don't know its name baby | |
| But it keeps me up at night | |
| And I'm sure there's something coming | |
| I'm sure it will be soon | |
| That the devils of our time will slouch | |
| Across a blackened room | |
| So take this epitaph | |
| Take anything that's left | |
| I don't want to be here | |
| Come the day | |
| I did my best you know | |
| I tried to swim the tide | |
| But I am just as guilty in my way | |
| For every beaten brow | |
| For every heaving chest | |
| For every shaky word on every page | |
| It’s taken 30 years | |
| And a little pill to learn | |
| That love's the greatest instrument of rage | |
| It’s taken 30 years | |
| And a little pill to learn | |
| That love's the greatest instrument of rage | |
| Uhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhu woho woho. |
| I heard the deal was done | |
| That it was sealed last night | |
| The red woman stood to take the oath | |
| lt wasn' t front page news | |
| She wasn' t pretty | |
| These days things are either nothing or they' re both | |
| Another sip of wine another card | |
| And then I really have to leave | |
| They saved my place in line | |
| The ugly anodyne | |
| To beg another' s master for reprieve | |
| Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
| Well is it just my ears | |
| Or does that beat appear | |
| Just a little quieter than before | |
| I guess we knew the score | |
| The centre couldn' t hold | |
| The ladies pearls will skid across the floor | |
| It' ll come from Albert Dock | |
| It' ll come from Tower Bridge | |
| It' ll grab our politicians by the balls | |
| Our quiet stupor our broken culture | |
| Our best defence is no defence at all | |
| Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
| And you can call it progress | |
| And you can call it foresight | |
| Oh I don' t know its name baby | |
| But it keeps me up at night | |
| And I' m sure there' s something coming | |
| I' m sure it will be soon | |
| That the devils of our time will slouch | |
| Across a blackened room | |
| So take this epitaph | |
| Take anything that' s left | |
| I don' t want to be here | |
| Come the day | |
| I did my best you know | |
| I tried to swim the tide | |
| But I am just as guilty in my way | |
| For every beaten brow | |
| For every heaving chest | |
| For every shaky word on every page | |
| It' s taken 30 years | |
| And a little pill to learn | |
| That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
| It' s taken 30 years | |
| And a little pill to learn | |
| That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
| Uhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhu woho woho. |
| I heard the deal was done | |
| That it was sealed last night | |
| The red woman stood to take the oath | |
| lt wasn' t front page news | |
| She wasn' t pretty | |
| These days things are either nothing or they' re both | |
| Another sip of wine another card | |
| And then I really have to leave | |
| They saved my place in line | |
| The ugly anodyne | |
| To beg another' s master for reprieve | |
| Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
| Well is it just my ears | |
| Or does that beat appear | |
| Just a little quieter than before | |
| I guess we knew the score | |
| The centre couldn' t hold | |
| The ladies pearls will skid across the floor | |
| It' ll come from Albert Dock | |
| It' ll come from Tower Bridge | |
| It' ll grab our politicians by the balls | |
| Our quiet stupor our broken culture | |
| Our best defence is no defence at all | |
| Uhuhuhu uhuhuhu woho. | |
| And you can call it progress | |
| And you can call it foresight | |
| Oh I don' t know its name baby | |
| But it keeps me up at night | |
| And I' m sure there' s something coming | |
| I' m sure it will be soon | |
| That the devils of our time will slouch | |
| Across a blackened room | |
| So take this epitaph | |
| Take anything that' s left | |
| I don' t want to be here | |
| Come the day | |
| I did my best you know | |
| I tried to swim the tide | |
| But I am just as guilty in my way | |
| For every beaten brow | |
| For every heaving chest | |
| For every shaky word on every page | |
| It' s taken 30 years | |
| And a little pill to learn | |
| That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
| It' s taken 30 years | |
| And a little pill to learn | |
| That love' s the greatest instrument of rage | |
| Uhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhuhuhuhuhu | |
| Uhuhuhu woho woho. |