Tuesday, 24 August 2010

From The Basement To The Pavement.

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All that I had is now gone
Yet the alphabet has grown
Jumped through the hoops
Then we marshalled our troops
Adding letters of our own

From the basement
To the pavement
Keep your hair on (seen a lot of stuff and he thinks the world of us)
Keep your head strong (seen a lot of stuff and he thinks the world of us)
Sometimes the concrete looks good enough to eat
But I'm glued down to my seat

Fell asleep walking down the road
Again?
Yeah, on the M4
On a pilgrimage to where my car was towed
Now my feet are kinda sore

From the basement
To the pavement
Keep your hair on (seen a lot of stuff and he thinks the world of us)
Keep your head strong (seen a lot of stuff and he thinks the world of us)
Sometimes the concrete looks good enough to eat
But I'm glued down to my seat

Words come like plasticine
Easy to mould
Increasingly boring you as you get old
Don't you know
My insides they glow
All that you've given me
All that I've taken
Support mechanisms I've found won't be broken in two
Broken in Two

From the basement
To the pavement
Keep your hair on (seen a lot of stuff and he thinks the world of us)
Keep your head strong (seen a lot of stuff and he thinks the world of us)
Sometimes that concrete looks good enough to eat
But I'm glued down to my seat
Glued down to my seat
Glued down to my seat




THE HAMILTONS
by N.Cresswell and R.Phelps

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