Mark Geary
South
I am surprised to get
A letter from you now
I living miles from you
In the loneliness of south
The people here won't see it
They like to live alone
In the quiet of their evening times
I hear their bed boards moaning
But Franco has a hold on things
And he's not letting go
What the Virgin Mary doesn't see
She doesn't need to know
We find the hole on Centre St.
And I stay home all night
The buzzer hasn't worked in years
Unless you push it right
The sun it doesn't shine here
It tortures hands in time
When there are broken bodies to air
I'm burning all the time
Your family told me that you'd found
A better man than me
I hope you'll be allowed to laugh
In polite company
Aus Songtexte Mania