(transcribed by justin purington corrections by colin ford)
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)
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