Song Description
childhood angst
Song Length |
5:15 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative |
Lyrics
FATHER who was never there
Mother with the backcombed hair
Mother's down the Rose & Crown
Parents always let you down
Watching from the balcony, waiting for eternity
for a man who loves his dogs
a whole lot more than his kids
and tries to make it up with coke and chips
Latchkey kids we were
Sweet seven and never missed
And never held, and never told
that we could amount to anything at all
Linda, Peter, Jane and David,
four kids too many
Break into the gas meter
Eke out every penny
MIGRAINE mummy, gin and rummy
tickled pink, but it's not funny
now we're well and truly sunk
she's shacked up ;with a Scottish drunk
Purple head, evil leer
Sweaty squaddie soaked in beer
Scotch mist, she felt his fist
He never missed, that piss artist
Call the doctor, call the police
Turn the lights on, I can't breathe?
Not much joy for a ginger boy
Kick in the gut for a ginger nut
WALKING to the launderette
So many dirty sheets
singing Yellow Submarine
on dirty northtown streets
Me and Lin would rinse and spin
and sing our sweet refrains
but all the Omo in the world
couldn't shift the stains
Jane cut off her long dark hair and ran to be a bride
Linda held a séance, communed with the other side
David ran to Lansdowne Road, and turned into a stranger
I locked shut my ginger heart and kept it out of danger