Left wing, savoir faire
Ageing flicks of my thin brown hair
Like an elegy, soaking me
Drenched in the language of social mobility
But I don?t seem to mind,
The gruesome link between people and time
It?s an enemy telling me
The wheels of profit Are circling in the opposite
Life don?t animate
Just creeps up on you slowly.
Surely holy water flows
the same as normal water does?
Life don?t animate
Just creeps up on you slowly.
In Little Italy I re-adhere.
verse 2
Sojourn in my guilt
Wrestle words as the apostrophes wilt
Let the elegiac, question why
Accidents happen or the well will dry
So some come kill me quick
Tie me down to an anodyne drip
To the will of god and the people with sticks
For filled with the shrill They show much better that
Life don?t animate
Just creeps up on you slowly.
Surely holy water flows
the same as normal water does?
Life don?t animate
Just creeps up on you slowly.
Surely holy water flows
the same as normal water does?
In Little Italy I re-adhere.
In Little Italy I re-adhere.
In Little Italy