The Incredible Medicine Show
The front doors of the houses open into the street
There's no room for front gardens, just two-up two-down
In a northern industrial town
And you can see the green hills 'cross the rooftops
And a fresher wind blows past the end of our block
In the evenings the mist come rolling on down
Into a northern industrial town
And there's only two teams in this town
And you must follow one or the other
Let us win, let them lose, not the other way round
In a northern industrial town
And the street lights look pretty and b
400 Metres
(A. Scott/Sloan)
Can't you see the black strap
It holds me up, for the last lap
I know I said I had a good time
But now I'm sprawled across the finish line
I'm pickin' up the straws
And now I'm wonderin' how I did because
The situation's heavy
And the competition's thin
Now I've got to wake up
So I can get back on my feet again
Could you spare some common sense
It's a brave gamble, so just give it up
Now you know about those people in the sky
Well they're the same folks that held me up
I'm sortin' out my flaws
Because I'm runnin' last place
And the look on my face says
This record's disappearing
And my system's on the mend
But I'll never know who wins
Until I make it to the end
Take care of what you preach, right
'Cause no one cares about your mike fright
But when the pen is to paper, I never stop to think
That I should stop thinkin' about you that way
The signing of this mock simulation
Plots a course towards some clarification
It's a keenly realized fabrication
Comin' from your radio station
But I'll be running 400 metres again