Ian Hunter :: :: 23A, swan hill

  
   Wrote this poem
  Called "the floods roll on"
  He said this ain't yours,
  Where'd you get it from?
  You must have stole it from a book,
  Oh yeah
  You must have stole it from a book.
  'cause you ain't frail
  You ain't beautiful,
  And I don't fancy you
  At all.
  
  You'd be a ruin
  If looks could kill
  23 A, Swan Hill
  
  Stiff with rage
  Screaming at the sky
  Innocence breaks
  Says she wants to die
  I'm assuming I'm alive
  Oh yeah
  I'm assuming I'm alive
  She pushes and she pulls
  My legs go weak
  In fascinating terror
  
  The whole world moves
  And I'm standing still
  In 23A Swan Hill
  And it's always raining
  And you never ask why
  You never give yourself a shot
  You just sit and watch your life go by
  
  Kicking stones
  At a still life
  Want to pull it down
  Slash it slash it
  There must be some way out here
  There must be some way out here
  This ain't right
  There must be more to life
  Than breaking and entering
  Doing people's heads in
  Alcohol, nicotine
  Thinking what I might have been
  
  You would be a ruin
  If looks could kill
  23 A, Swan Hill
  And the whole world moves
  And I'm standing still
  In 23 A, Swan Hill
  
  And I will
  And I will
  And I will
  And I will
  In 23 A, Swan Hill
  (repeat and fade)