Lyrics:
to be
In bedsit land bedsit land
If you ain't been there you won't understand
Living in bedsit land
The guy across the way spoke to me today
He said they
ounce habit,
You buy 1/2 quarters,
In his bedsit,
....... you see.
Maggot
Hello Dipper,
Do you wanna cuppa tea?
Dipper Nan
Safe, Mag, 2 sugars for me.
Bedsit land,
My only home
I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spend my money going out
I've nothing left, I'm left without
later
I got on the tube and I opened up the paper
Stayin' in a bedsit, stayin' in a bedsit
Stavordale Road, N5, Yawn yawn, shake it up baby now
Bedsit in Hackney,
Snow deep outside
Windows that don’t close
And a single bar fire
That’s how she left him
Cold, and alone
In a bedsit in Hackney
every night I persevered. I carried her easel up the stairs to her bedsit.
All these stairs to this attic apartment. But once I was inside her bedsit
King Pin on a cutback
King Pin on a cutback
With sunken eyes
Big cheese in a bedsit
Big cheese in a bedsit
And shit the sky
Slick move you
At a bedsit by McCarren Park by Williamsburg and Broadway
Her scarlett stains cross an August sky drew her sadness and screaming, a real darkness in her Irish
Was early December my memory's a blur
Try to remember you as you were
A third-floor bedsit, six flights of stairs
A wardrobe, a bed, a table, a chair
bedsit land
My only home
I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spend my money going out
I've nothing in I'm left without
Clean my
bedsit land
My only home
I think it's time to cook a meal
To fill the emptiness I feel
Spend my money going out
I've nothing in I'm left without
Couple of songs from your old scrapbook
Could send her home again
Gave your heart to every bedsit room, at least a
Picture on my wall
And you sat
they ain't got a government license
Want to tell your problems
Phone in from your bedsit room
Having trouble with your partner
Let us all in
they ain't got a government license
Wanna tell your problems
Phone in from your bedsit room
Having trouble with your partner
Let us all in
Square)
The streets were by now deserted
The gangs had trudged off home
The lights clicked out in the bedsits
Old England was all alone
they ain't got a government license
Want to tell your problems?
Phone in from your bedsit room
Having trouble with your partner?
Let us all in
they ain't got a government license
Wanna tell your problems
Phone in from your bedsit room
Having trouble with your partner
Let us all in
she
Finds Hartright's lodgings
She opens the door on a squalid
Bedsit there is no sign of life
A makeshift bed empty bottles and
Detritus but no
a government license
Wanna tell your problems
Phone in from your bedsit room
Having trouble with your partner
Let us all in on the news
If you wanna hear
When I was just seventeen I ran away from home
To be with all the pretty people
To be on my own
Bright lights and trains and bedsit stains
anybody but you chose me
Ee Ee
Hiding in bedsits cause no one around us agrees
Ee ees
And I feel romantic cause since morning I've been at the wine
I,
long
Before I found out that the sickness there ahead of me
Went beyond the bedsit infamy of the decade gone before
And I reminded myself
a drafty bedsit
The art school babe quotes William Blake and she rolls a joint
And I think "Oh oh, I've scored", start to make myself at home
But the room
of
Backstreet, bedsit and bomb site living room
Love, opens the fist just enough for a hand
To slip into the hand
To slip into the hand
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