Текст песни Band on Every Corner

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
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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