歌詞:
Arab Strap

I'm lucky, I can open the door and I can walk down the street Unlucky, I've got no place to go and so I follow my feet A choice is facing you, a healthy

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you?re mistaken Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there? Is it wicked not to care, when you've

He had a stroke at the age of 24 It could have been a brilliant career Painting lines in a school that was too well known Painting lines with a friend

with the chaos of trouble 'cause anythings better Than posh isolation I missed the bus you were laid on your back With the boy from the Arab strap, with the boy from the Arab strap

Seymour Stein, I've been lonely Caught a glimpse of someone's face It were mine and I'd been crying Half a world away, ticket for a plane Record company

Sit by me silently and brush my beard No mess to mop up from the bed today Will we sit next door and watch the soaps? We?ve nothing to do and we?ve nothing

The bed's a mess When we're finished and at rest And I can just see the post fuck flush across your chest The telly's silent The room's lit only by the

If your hair was a call to arms And your legs were what skirts are for Then your mouth was a red alert But your eyes were an act of war That I needed

I wish it was someone elses blood on the jonnie. It's in my mouth and under my nails. I wish I'd woken up in someone elses bed. Wish I was the wind in