Goings On Lyrics
- Genre:Folk
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Seen the quack
Ten toes up on his back
He was smoking crack
Muttering gibberish
Wanted to be saved
From black-suited waves
I'm a workaday slave who raves
In pidgin English
The big eyes whine
'Don't forget the deadline
You've a poet's mind
But you're no Coleridge'
In Xanadu
A bum in broken shoes
I've paid my dues
Served up cold porridge
Goings on
Backroom wrongs that pay and pay
Half my life
Half my life trying to get away
Goings on
Backroom wrongs that pay and pay
Half my life
Half my life trying to get away
Lulled by sirens and blue flashing lights
I see and hear them in my dreams
Squalor hotels and those dirty creep joints
It's enough to make me and anybody scream
Still got time
Something buzzing my mind
A different line
Don't know what it is
Voodoo, the knife
The politician's wife
Rumours are rife
Something in it?
Goings on
Backroom wrongs that pay and pay
Half my life
Half my life trying to get away
Goings on
Backroom wrongs that pay and pay
Half my life
Half my life trying to get away