Paroles de Gloucester Road

I can't go back to fromwhere i grew up, With my tail round my legs And three quarters round my neck Will it end Our love sleeps in cinemas. Closed and so drugged. Aspiring young men We are not doing what we ought to Long nights, I v'e had a few And they do for you. I know that I'm fucked up I know that I'm messed up Its staring out from the railway track I can't be your man Our love is picked off the carpet It kicks at my hips and drives me bloody mad Will it end. This is what barbedwire does to the breeze Us aspiring young men We are not doing what we ought to Will it end? Long nights I've had a few And they do for you Staring out from a railway track I cant be your man Young love tripped up on a rainbow Staring out of a railway track