English House

You go with your two feet bare Down through the cold lane there To Brighton A country house, a liar and a louse live there Go with your arms held wide Happiness in your eyes, convincing And stay the night, turn out every light you see And lay them down, buried in the ground for me Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa, my love, whoa, my love Whoa Tongues of the creatures wait Drawn to the fragile legs you walk on A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me A cold wind blows, Brighton to the coast for me Whoa, my love, oh-oh, my love Whoa, my love, oh-oh, my love Whoa, my love, oh-oh, my love Whoa, my love, oh-oh, my love Oh-oh