Из альбома: Hearts in Mind
(Clive Gregson)
I love this town
like an unmade bed
I love this town
of the living dead
I love this town
gonna paint it red
If I can spare a minute
I love this town
where curtains twitch
Where this door scratches
next door's itch
It's a pantomime
at fever pitch
And we can all be in it
People here are large as life
They know the whole world and his wife
From a razor's edge to a kitchen knife
They'll be glad to help you
I love this town
of hidden charms
Where no one means
you any harm
And if you sleep
through false alarms
No one here would blame you
I love this town
on the beaten track
Where nothing slips
between the cracks
Her rent's arrears
his heart attack
Now isn't that a shame, ooh!
Everyone's friendly to your face
And everybody knows their place
As long as you respect their space
You won't have to worry
The town hall clock is calling out
It's rush hour on the roundabout
Now I know without a doubt
It's the place for me
I love this town
the dirty streets
It's a merry-go-round
with broken seats
Where silk and lace
and satin sheets
Are only dirty washing
I love this town
down on its knees
It's going under
by degrees
Still we can do
just as we please
As long as no one's watching
I love this town
I love this town
I love this town
I love this town