Don't
let's play paint by gully
I look up at the sky
And I see through red eyes
The seagulls wail around and around
Worn out couches and fridges
And mongrel dogs roam free
There are rags and there are riches
Inside this head for me
We drink cheap English cider
And smoke hashish
from North Africa
I've been trying to get the mix right,
but I haven't got it right
tonight.
I've a fifteen year old moustache
I'm so desperate for to be a man
People tell me shave it off
If I shave it I'm a boy again
Watch my father and my brother
Fixin' old cars
And their rough oil -stained hands
Are skilled and scarred
Oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh -oh,
oh oh -oh -oh
Behind this big rusty shed door
There's a punch bag and a claddled car
As the car sits on breezeblocks
The punchbag takes
some heavy shots
Down the laneway sniffing petrol
I thought pebbledash was snow
As I stumble in a blizzard,
the pain inside me disappears
Across the city, down the alleys,
a thousand kids like me
They are watching through red eyes
A flock of little birds
gracefully gliding by
Oh, oh, oh, oh...
Fought in the rain
Lost in the rain
Swallowed the shame
Then we fought again
Fought in the rain
Cried in the rain
Swallowed the pain
And we fought again
There in the lane
Knocked my cup in the lane
Died in the lane
Made my life again
We are all in the gutter
But some of us are
Looking at the stars
We are all in the gutter
But some of us are look
ing at the stars
We are gone in the good times
But some of us are
Looking at the stars
We are gone in the glitter
of some marble sun
Looking at the stars, the stars
Oh, the stars, the stars