Lyrics

I was born four feet off the floor my baby mother's pride and joy Hear the church bells and pistols at dawn Crack in the lip and the heartache was yours Up out and running a frustrated creation Gravel tracks at the walk to the station Held save from harm into a world that was shaken I'll hit the floor and now I'll never stop bleeding Brought up the decent way With waste sites for playgrounds and bottles for pay From this mess I had to figure it out but clean Sheets and pay-per-week is not for what I'm on about My love, it's the only way I can see Me and you getting through another day 'Coz the music keeps calling, music keeps calling... Took my time I made a plan entrusted wisdom 45's in my hand Staring faces in a magazine covered Walls I was left all alone just to dream The straight and narrow the narrow Straight study hard for a decent wage Provide some shelter some security but These middle clash visions hold nothing for me What is wrong in my life? Work for heart and strife but there's nothing I could ever like 'Coz the music keeps calling, music keeps calling... In this place I remain gives us life gives us shame But I'm tired of this playing all your fickle games From the front of the door to the back of the Stage in a world that just crumbles a life lived in vain Now I'm screaming throughout through the noise of the Crowd to the man at the back with the stubs in his hand To the back of the van with your latest demands Nights of sleep I'm deprived I'm still screaming inside Like a bird who flies on home It's Never lost always knows which way to go 'Coz the music keeps calling, Music keeps calling. Music keeps Callin'
Writer(s): Howard Michael Doupe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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