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Flying Bikes over Mersey Bank (Explicit)歌词-Mike Garry&The Cassia String Quartet

Flying Bikes over Mersey Bank (Explicit)歌词由Mike Garry&The Cassia String Quartet演唱,出自专辑《Handwritten Miracles (Explicit)》,下面是《Flying Bikes over Mersey Bank (Explicit)》完整版歌词!

Flying Bikes over Mersey Bank (Explicit)歌词

Flying Bikes over Mersey Bank (Explicit)歌词完整版

This place is warm

This place is dark

And this area of land

Is like an enormous park

Without the swings the slides

The somersaults or Mars Bars

No canoodling teenagers

No dumped XR3 cars

Crown Green bowlers

Are laid out underground

Under the green

All their bones can be found

And a pointed building

Is strategically placed

At the end of the driveway

Beyond large green gates

Big black Bentley transport

What appear to be gentry

Stood in twos they form a queue

Like dominoes to a pew

And listen to the kind words

From a man who speaks kindly of everyone

But knows no one

And then they'll walk real

Slow to a hole in the ground

And they'll finally lower

Their loved ones down

Meanwhile Charlie's safe in the car park

His mountain bike's hidden

In the bushes where it's dark

He's been picking locks

He's been smashing windows

Nicking handbags

Jackets and Blaupunct stereos

Brande new C.D. players

And old cassettes of Leo Sayer

And he'll go when he'S

Has finally filled up his bags

With articles known to others as swag

But to thirteen-year-old

Charlie it's his bread and butter

Doesn't go to school

Because of his stutter

But then back on his bike Charlie'll go

In the direction of Maitland Road

And he's pedaling so fast

He can't be late

On his deliveries

To the Merseybank estate

Oh, Merseybank, go in a tank

Cos Charlie will flatten

You on his way to the bank

And the bank in Merseybank

Is a fence called Frank

Known locally as Nat West Frank

So, Charlie arrives at Franks

With his bag full of swag

And they haggle over prices in pounds

Dollars and skag

And they argue and curse

Each other into the night

A child of thirteen

And a man of fifty five

Charlie leaves Franks pockets

Bulging with money

Laughing and giggling

He thinks everything's so funny

Cos he's stoned from the skunk

Frank's just provided

In an effort to make

Charlie lower his prices

Half-tripping he takes

A ride around Chorlton marina

And he thinks of times

That the grass was much greener

The water much cleaner

When his dad was consolable

And his mum was sober

And big brother carried

Him everywhere on his back

Instead of the constant

Kicks and cracks

When school was just fun

And bulging joy

Chasing girls, climbing

Trees and nicking toys

But then, Charlie skins up

One for the road

And amidst the wildlife the foxes

The people and the toads

He dreams of a world not far

From this madness

He dreams of a place

He does all of his business

The peaceful place

Where it's warm and it's dark

But his thoughts go beyond

The car park

And he longs be there

And be free from all the pain

Of a life growing up

On the Merseybank estate

Charlie stands up, jumps

On his bike Pedals down

The hill and along the jetty

Tears of joy in his eyes

& his palms all sweaty

Then, up in the air

A boy and his bike

He is putting an end

To his miserable life

A loud splash

And Charlie lies

At the bottom of the pond

Smiling happily

Problems all gone

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