Tales of the Semi-Detached

歌詞

A man was spoiled tonight as he took the air by the waterside He seemed to hesitate so repentant to participate Press pause, the dealing's off, events had gone quicker than he'd ever had thought Head down but there's no-one around into those ? but the tights had started waving The local paper screams his name They print his postcode to shame him An honest drink, the curtains twitch The perfect home and fever pitch He was always proud of his scars but the wind below me goes so far Now he's always first to the bar developing a taste for a cool sensation Man down, a man overboard, the women and the children all stand and applaud Down this bumpy of a road the voices are never good enough and the laughs had gone too far The local paper screams his name They print his postcode but he's not ashamed The social service, that's too swell Of course it leaves a fiery trail It was a myth and I almost believed it but what about the part where the dealer's defeated? They'd be offended to fire in their own city there's a formula that works and it should be repeated The local paper screams his name They print his postcode but he's not ashamed An honest drink, the curtains twitch The perfect home and fever pitch