Listless and restless in one like the steam train has soul Because it runs on coal we still have to endure Because we still can't be sure of what tomorrow might bring Where's the damn cat it's not there on it's mat And there's blue rinse dry rinse Dry rot bally rinse bally money sink blocked You could remove my spline but that's not even of any use to me A natural disaster a bit of a bastard A mutual feeling of levelling the blame and how The truth hurts and lies do the same As fickle as an autumn day praise the lord Hallelujah just the same before I talk to the trees I'll have a nice pot of tea and I won't breathe a word Because it has it's moments and that's what matters Don't let the wool be pulled and the soft soaping And gloating should be put alongside The bricklayers arse and his smelly stained vest As a vested interest to be ignored more or less Sending tanks and blankets baby clothes and scuds Vietnam bric-a-brac zippo culture and A big totem pole and a draughtsmans' eye for detail Draughtsmans' eye draughtsmans' eye draughtsmans' eye It has it's moments and that's what matters Why does the sun shine when I'm sad and who is this preacher Pouring valium on your heart paralysed by high art And no one is laughing because it's like a bullet in the chest And it's hard to look lively when you're simply dressed And who can blame you when all you get is Fergie pictures And needlecraft stitches we go to school Where all we're taught is to sit still and be on time That all poems rhyme the sky is blue And hard work gets it's due and you turn out like a verooka On the foot of style but Heaven sent you Heaven sent you But Heaven sent you Heaven sent you
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Copy to Clipboard: Listless and restless in one like the steam train has soul Because it runs on coal we still have to endure Because we still can't be sure of what tomorrow might bring Where's the damn cat it's not there on it's mat And there's blue rinse dry rinse Dry rot bally rinse bally money sink blocked You could remove my spline but that's not even of any use to me A natural disaster a bit of a bastard A mutual feeling of levelling the blame and how The truth hurts and lies do the same As fickle as an autumn day praise the lord Hallelujah just the same before I talk to the trees I'll have a nice pot of tea and I won't breathe a word Because it has it's moments and that's what matters Don't let the wool be pulled and the soft soaping And gloating should be put alongside The bricklayers arse and his smelly stained vest As a vested interest to be ignored more or less Sending tanks and blankets baby clothes and scuds Vietnam bric-a-brac zippo culture and A big totem pole and a draughtsmans' eye for detail Draughtsmans' eye draughtsmans' eye draughtsmans' eye It has it's moments and that's what matters Why does the sun shine when I'm sad and who is this preacher Pouring valium on your heart paralysed by high art And no one is laughing because it's like a bullet in the chest And it's hard to look lively when you're simply dressed And who can blame you when all you get is Fergie pictures And needlecraft stitches we go to school Where all we're taught is to sit still and be on time That all poems rhyme the sky is blue And hard work gets it's due and you turn out like a verooka On the foot of style but Heaven sent you Heaven sent you But Heaven sent you Heaven sent you
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