I was tired of being put right down By myself for not being what you thought You had found pulled hard in two directions By a desire to learn and my old
All packed up, the people gone All tucked in, the TV on Tonight a bedroom for myself I'm gonna keep my mental health I could burn this country down With
You with the jaundiced eyes Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags Eight chairs short of affection Your lines are drawn Here, there
i remember a promise for a new tomorrow i remember a promise to save our youth i remember security for our aging but when you made the pudding you left
(Kelly/Mann) We twisted you arm over Chinese And led you astray Offered the world as we know it And a pittance in pay And your fortune read "Don't believe
(Kelly/Mann) The Saint Andrews' Cross The slate rooves and the chimney pots Are dirty against the snow Speeding away from Glasgow A carriage with a view
Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Oh no, oh no Mr. Jones has a little problem If I had eyes, I'd see that it was me He's the size of a man with
(Kelly/Mann) Dragged in his fathers footsteps Onto other people's doorsteps To shoe-gaze through another afternoon He's well turned out, his pants are
Jesus hangs behind the glass above Venetian doors His window box boasts crimson flowers, fresh cut the day before And you couldn't find a smile if you
(Kelly/Mann) I found my coat Had trouble with the sleeves We lifted your box And bent at the knees Know what tears the most? It's the disregard for your
The things I'll do to you for us will be Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel The A to Z sits like the bible on the dash Of our van that
It's here where I feel it Funny how it's, funny how it's here Where I feel it Funny how it's, funny how it's here
(Kelly/Mann) Our super-hero in a maple-leaf cape Was locked in the trunk of a car and he escaped He's a Moosehead muppet on an ex-pat kick Got a valid
there's water in the well and the gate is always open there's wood out in the shed and the chimney's always smokin' the kettle's on the boil now and won
(Kelly/Mann) Said it once, said it twice It carried on through the night You were feeling big and looking bigger You came down upon her figure Six-foot
(Kelly/Mann) I never liked a bleeding heart But a bleeding heart's what I've become With a broken funny bone And a rubber crutch to lean upon How can
(Kelly/Mann) I offered up a weak embrace 'Till her song began to thin Slowing to a trickle down her chin Every head is cocked and still Her troubles have
this tumble down street's just a run down street ringing with the clatter of restless feet they're kicking in the windows on gottingen street just to