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The Whitlams - Band on Every Corner lyrics
Well there's a band on every corner But I'm not in one I hate three out of every four of them But I haven't got a gun I was ten hours asleep But I stayed in my room I forgot to remember What I wanted to do As the glare turns to twilight My thoughts turn to food Yeah and of what the hell happened To the girl in the nude She gave me a pill She said it helped her in bed When I lay down beside her Couldn't even raise my head What a fool am I 'Cause my dream was so bright But I'm drowning in the city With no saviour in sight Well this night I'll go walking Like the truth it's so near I'll be back I imagine To the boys and to the beer There's a whole in my belly I try and fill it with food So I order a pizza And the pizza-maker is rude Lady in the jacket Is looking just how I feel So I sigh in my corner And I ask for the bill There's a band on every corner But I'm not in one I hate three out of every four of them But I haven't got a gun There's a band on every corner I only play in my room Where the filth is familiar And the piano's in tune Words & Music: Tim Freedman Tim Freedman: vocal, piano Tim Hall: backing vocals, guitar Chris Abrahams: harpsichord Andy Lewis: bass Michael Richards: drums Steph Miller: mandolin, accordion, tin whistle |
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