Weddings Parties Anything - Brunswick Lyrics

Send "Brunswick" ringtone to your cell

(thomas)

In the summer all the old men they sit on their front porches

While the women comb their hair shell their peas

And wonder what they've missed.

And the forlorn children scan the streets

For wayward dogs with fading torches.

It's no amazing sight it's something that i miss.

I still hear the trucks

As they crunch their gears going through the lanes

And curse all folk who get stuck in their way

And the roaring forklift starting up

At 7am of a weekday morning

How i cursed them then now i see things another way.

And if i see things through a hallowed gaze

Well is it such a crime?

When i ain't been to brunswick for a long long time.

There was a kind word you could get

>From the man who ran the milk bar

And a rough one from the old bloke

Who lived across the road and though

Lyrics provided by http://www.kovideo.net/

Source - http://www.kovideo.net/brunswick-lyrics-weddings-parties-anything-794754.html

The footpaths stank with the refuse

Of overfed alsatians

The air was rife with tip top bread

The baker's morning load.

And if i see things through a hallowed gaze

Well is it such a crime?

When i ain't been to brunswick for a long long time.

And there's a cottage i think of

Sometimes when i've been drinking

And in the bottom of my glass

I see a life i've missed

Of summer walks and well trained dogs

And plenty of time for thinking.

So just don't bother asking why the hell i'm always pissed.

But if i see things through a hallowed gaze

Well is it such a crime?

When i ain't been to brunswick

No i ain't been to brunswick

I ain't been nowhere near it for a long long time.

Send "Brunswick" ringtone to your cell