Brunswick St

I'm walking down Brunswick St Biding my time Feeling for the corners Falling into the lime He came rolling on over Across the red light Screwy eyes right there I knew something wasn't right He came riding on the backbone Of some calamity Saying, "These Fitzroy bars They can't hold me" Taller than a tower Wider than a tree T-shirt shouting "Look You better look at me You better look at me You better look at me" There's something going on around here Something you've got to see I said hold that thought there, brother Hold that line I've got kids' clay models That are wiser than our time But I love you for sure Not taking the easy way out We're all on this lost train And you're riding it, no doubt He came riding on the backbone Of some calamity Saying, "These Fitzroy bars They can't hold me" Taller than a tower Wider than a tree T-shirt shouting "Look You better look at me You better look at me You better look at me" Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh