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The Boy With The Arab Strap lyrics
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you ve been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town
Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke s not your style
"I don t like this place"
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession
What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything s better than posh isolation
1 missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap
It s something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we ve all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You re the boy with the filthy laugh
You re the boy with the arab strap
Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You re constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She s a waitress and she s got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while
song lyrics
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you ve been inside
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town
Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke s not your style
"I don t like this place"
We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow
She accepts my confession
What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything s better than posh isolation
1 missed the bus
You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap
It s something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we ve all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You re the boy with the filthy laugh
You re the boy with the arab strap
Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You re constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She s a waitress and she s got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while
song lyrics
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