Walk with me through the scrapyard, Passed yesterday's most wanted car
Piled high in the daylight, Chicken skins in the dustbins
Fur coats in the wardrobe,
Spare bed in the good night
Don't bother with the bills, Fly
Nobody grows old, We just crease and fold
like the laundry
Nobody will die, We're hung out to dry
like the laundry
Walk with me in the moonlight,
Hear the freight trains roll
from another life
Remember your bedroom ceiling, Remember those old patterned curtains
When you were sleeping
Don't worry who will see,
Cry
Repeat Chorus
Don't bother with the bills, Ahh
Nobody grows old, We just crease and fold
like the laundry
Nobody will die, We're hung out to dry
in the garden
Nobody grows old, We just crease and fold
like the laundry
Nobody grows old, We just crease and fold
We're hung out to dry, Ahh ahh ahh
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