Dead House Empty Parents
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- Feb 3
- 2 min read
Music: D.G. Womb / Words: M. Callaghan
Cajon: G. Stephenson
The lights are blown
Can you hear the dark?
It’s the one on the left
On the way to the park
Two colour schemes
A third arriving
A car pulls up
With no one driving
Music’s playing but you can’t name the track
There’s no cure, no bringing it back
Music’s playing but you can’t name the track
There’s no cure, no bringing it back
Music’s playing but you can’t name the track
There’s no cure, no bringing it back
Dusty glasses, a cab full of drinks
Dripping taps and blocked up sinks
Dusty glasses, a cab full of drinks
Dripping taps and blocked up sinks
In the dead house
In the dead house
In the dead house
Of my empty parents
One day the ghost
Of my old feller
Will say you can’t move
For what’s in the cellar
Amidst picks and shovels
And ranging rods
And a fair few assorted
Household G*ds
Music’s playing but you can’t name the track
There’s no cure, no bringing it back
Music’s playing but you can’t name the track
There’s no cure, no bringing it back
Music’s playing but you can’t name the track
There’s no cure, no bringing it back
Dusty glasses, a cab full of drinks
Dripping taps and blocked up sinks
Dusty glasses, a cab full of drinks
Dripping taps and blocked up sinks
In the dead house
In the dead house
In the dead house
Of my empty parents
All lying around in
No longer amusing
All lying around in
No longer amusing
Dusty glasses, a cab full of drinks
Dripping taps and blocked up sinks
Dusty glasses, a cab full of drinks
Dripping taps and blocked up sinks
In the dead house
In the dead house
In the dead house
Of my empty parents
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