LYRIC FOR SALE

By Tristan Fox

Take a walk through my
Troubled town
Where the cats scratch their eyes out
And the traffic lights stay red
Church bells are warnings
Of roads up ahead

The crier cries gently
With his head in his hands
This place chokes around him
It was all so unplanned

Where do we go
When our home towns have vanished
And we're wandering the streets
Like parentless lambs?
Bleeding songs of pure misery
Teenage romance
Bad poetry

The washing lines are empty
And there's no one outside
Acid rain falls
Colours subside

Let's go to the charity shop
To receive charity
And dart to the re-po store
For a half-price TV

Where do we go
When our home towns have vanished?

I want somewhere to be now
I want somewhere to be.
I need somewhere to be now.
I need somewhere to be.