Town by the Water

On the hill in a town by the water
Lives some of the lucky ones.
They’re the stone and the bricks and the morter
Of a town thats coming undone

But we piss it all away
up the side of the wall
Details like entrails
on the carnival floor
We could never find a way to say no
when we ask ourselves for more

We’ll take to the streets with our quarells
In His name we’ll strike where we must
Its hide tide and high time for high morals
For in the eyes of the lord we are just

But we are music
And we are the dirt
that gets under yer nails
the blood stains on yer shirt
It the refrain of release from the chains
from the pain and the hurt

And if i am gone before you wake
i’ll leave a path for you take
and find me and i will be one of the lucky ones

So i’ll take my leave and leave my touch
upon your lips i crave so much
it’ll be all right i’ll face my plight
one of the lucky ones

In the light of day
when its all washed away
We shall look down from our hill
in a town by the bay
And thank Christ
that we are the lucky ones

Lock the doors to yer mansions
cover window with bars
you bury yours and we’ll bury ours
we’ll be allright
we’re not scared of the night
We’re the lucky ones

Written by Chris Winterton
Arranged by The Bastard Chidren