boy with the arab strap — текст песни (belle and sebastian)

G
A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
C
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
C
When you`ve been inside
G
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
C
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town
G
Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
G
Squalor and smoke`s not your style

I don`t like this place
C
We better go
G
Then I compare notes with your older sister
G C
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow

F..i think..tell me what it is if you know it
G
What did you learn from your time in the solitary
G
Cell of your mind?
G C
There was noises, distractions from anything good
C
And the old prison food
G
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
G
Cause anything`s better than posh isolation
C
1 missed the bus
C
You were laid on your back
F
With the boy from the arab strap
G
With the boy from the arab strap
It`s something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton
The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we`ve all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You`re the boy with the filthy laugh
You`re the boy with the arab strap
Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?
You`re constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She`s a waitress and she`s got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

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