Torn Apart
I hung your picture on the wall
And that's all it is
I break my fingers to make a call
And that's all it is
I know you're living way out west
And I don't think that I confessed
Everything I feel
You say you got no faith
in things that you can't see
Well I'm sorry I ain't there with you
but you ain't here with me
And i'm down in all my fears
but I ain't cryin no tears over you
Cuz everything's wrong
Well it's alright
Everything's wrong
Well it's alright
You say this is crazy, you're half a world away.
I'm sittin' and I'm thinkin', but I didn't know what
to say. So I said, somethin' I can't touch - I always
want way too much. . .anyway.
I hung your picture on the wall
And that's all it is
I break my fingers to make a call
And that's all it is
I know you're living way out west
Don't get me wrong I'm not impressed
With you no more
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Jock's got a vote in Parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and and doing stir
Worry about it later.
And the wind blows hot and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'til the art-biz folds
Let them all eat culture.
Chorus:
The past is steeped in shame,
But tomorrow's fair game,
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain.
Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals, fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's just a figure of fun
It lightens up the