Well theres a band on every corner,
But I`m not in one.
I hate three out of every four of them,
But I haven`t got a gun.
I was ten hours asleep,
But I`d stayed in my room.
I forgot to remember what I wanted to do.
As the air turns to twilight,
My thoughts turn to food,
And of what the hell happened to the girl in the nude.
Oh she gave me a pill,
Said it helped her in bed.
When I lay down beside her,
Couldn`t even raise my head.
What a fool am I,
Cos my dream was so bright.
And I`m drowning in the city
With no saviour in sight.
Well this night I`ll go walking
Like the truth it`s so near,
I`ll be back I imagine,
To the boys and to the beer.
Theres a hole in my belly,
I try and fill it with food.
So I order a pizza
And the pizza maker is rude.
Lady in the jacket is looking just how I feel.
So I sigh in my corner,
And I ask for the bill.
Well theres a band on every corner,
But I`m not in one.
I hate three out of every four of them,
But I haven`t got a gun.
Theres a band on every corner,
I only play in my room.
Where the filth is familiar,
And the piano`s in tune.