(transcribed By Justin Purington; Corrections By Colin Ford)
Wrote This Poem
Called "the Floods Roll On"
He Said This Ain`t Yours,
Where`d You Get It From?
You Must Have Stole It From A Book,
Oh Yeah
You Must Have Stole It From A Book.
`cause You Ain`t Frail
You Ain`t Beautiful,
And I Don`t Fancy You
At All.
You`d Be A Ruin
If Looks Could Kill
23 A, Swan Hill
Stiff With Rage
Screaming At The Sky
Innocence Breaks
Says She Wants To Die
I`m Assuming I`m Alive
Oh Yeah
I`m Assuming I`m Alive
She Pushes And She Pulls
My Legs Go Weak
In Fascinating Terror
The Whole World Moves
And I`m Standing Still
In 23a Swan Hill
And It`s Always Raining
And You Never Ask Why
You Never Give Yourself A Shot
You Just Sit And Watch Your Life Go By
Kicking Stones
At A Still Life
Want To Pull It Down
Slash It Slash It
There Must Be Some Way Out Here
There Must Be Some Way Out Here
This Ain`t Right
There Must Be More To Life
Than Breaking And Entering
Doing People`s Heads In
Alcohol, Nicotine
Thinking What I Might Have Been
You Would Be A Ruin
If Looks Could Kill
23 A, Swan Hill
And The Whole World Moves
And I`m Standing Still
In 23 A, Swan Hill
