23A, Swan Hill lyrics

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

23A, 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

23A, Swan Hill

And the whole world moves

And I'm standing still

In 23A, Swan Hill

And I will

And I will

And I will

And I will

In 23A, Swan Hill

And I will

And I will

And I will

And I will

In 23A, Swan Hill

And I will

And I will

And I will

And I will

In 23A, Swan Hill

• Artist:Ian Hunter
• Album:The Artful Dodger (1996)