THE WHITLAMS - BAND ON EVERY CORNER lyrics

rate me

Well there's 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 stayed in my room

I forgot to remember

What I wanted to do

As the glare turns to twilight

My thoughts turn to food

Yeah and of what the hell happened

To the girl in the nude

She gave me a pill

She said it helped her in bed

When I lay down beside her

Couldn't even raise my head

What a fool am I

'Cause my dream was so bright

But 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

There's a whole 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

There's 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

There's a band on every corner

I only play in my room

Where the filth is familiar

And the piano's in tune

Words & Music: Tim Freedman

Tim Freedman: vocal, piano

Tim Hall: backing vocals, guitar

Chris Abrahams: harpsichord

Andy Lewis: bass

Michael Richards: drums

Steph Miller: mandolin, accordion, tin whistle