House of Turnabout (2004 Remaster)

歌詞

E. Broughton Sell me more cried the lady Her wares all hanging down I'm not a landlord or a tenant In the house of turnabout My pride is flat my body fat My part played on this floor Pay for me to play And hang your tears next to mine One with hope might move in here Their shadows still intact To try to find the way we're meant And not prepared to act Geraldine was in the club His face was torn in two Now he could play with confidence Again for me and you Sell me more said the customer His heroes falling down Is it I that made you prisoner In the house of turnabout She wept I am at fault she said It's me that brought you here Where the Madame's at the peephole And the bed is full of fear I'll not keep you in a void Impossible to fill Look upon the guest list And the men that helped me kill The vestiges of sanity The bloom that was my pride And you're nearly like a brother As you lie here by my side Geraldine is beautiful The smile plays on his face And I swear if it could happen I'd be thankful in his place And I swear if it could happen I'd be thankful in his place