Johnny Foreigner - For the Chains lyrics
Johnny Foreigner [Alexei Berrow, Kelly Southern, Junior Elvis Washington Laidley, Lewes Herriot]
[Johnny Foreigner - For the Chains lyrics]
They said it was a wake but the
Closest I could match this to would
Be the last day of term and stealing
Desks as souvenirs 130 years here
Now we draw each other on the
Walls and new addresses are
Cold comfort to some with the
Squatters notices already stuck
To the insides of the windows
With yellowd sticky tape
You stayed up all night tearing doors of
The niges now you lie down on
The stage and the breeze keeps you
Awake this is long past debate
Levels of hard won civic pride
Yeh the taxes were steep
But, you could never compete with
The big guns this town is for the chains now
This community is undone
Maybe the goosebumps on yr arm
Are the last ghosts
Leaving brushing past, the old guard is over
The old guard is over now
So raise yr glasses to the new
Optimism pulled brick by brick
To the sound of breaking glass
Overloaded and leaving removal vans
And the creak in the broken step on
The fire escape that surely would have
Killed you had it had had to
Endure one more bulging cardboard box
Or cheap Ikea wardrobe or speaker cabinet
Or hamster house or broken
Set of disco lights or collection
Of shoes that would shame
Melda or summer fan or winter
Heater or a bin bag
Full of clothes you don't think
You'll probably ever wear
Closest I could match this to would
Be the last day of term and stealing
Desks as souvenirs 130 years here
Now we draw each other on the
Walls and new addresses are
Cold comfort to some with the
Squatters notices already stuck
To the insides of the windows
With yellowd sticky tape
You stayed up all night tearing doors of
The niges now you lie down on
The stage and the breeze keeps you
Awake this is long past debate
Levels of hard won civic pride
Yeh the taxes were steep
But, you could never compete with
The big guns this town is for the chains now
This community is undone
Maybe the goosebumps on yr arm
Are the last ghosts
Leaving brushing past, the old guard is over
The old guard is over now
So raise yr glasses to the new
Optimism pulled brick by brick
To the sound of breaking glass
Overloaded and leaving removal vans
And the creak in the broken step on
The fire escape that surely would have
Killed you had it had had to
Endure one more bulging cardboard box
Or cheap Ikea wardrobe or speaker cabinet
Or hamster house or broken
Set of disco lights or collection
Of shoes that would shame
Melda or summer fan or winter
Heater or a bin bag
Full of clothes you don't think
You'll probably ever wear