XTC - The Everyday Story Of Smalltown |
The Everyday Story Of Smalltown
XTC Smalltown, snoring under blankets It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers Woken by the clank Are asleep 'round Smalltown The lodgers and the lovers He slithers Shiney grey black snake of bikes Bearing up the men and boys To work We're standing in poplar lines Making alarm clocks that'll wake our wives up Don't ask us, we haven't the time We're racing the hooter that'll signal life's up Smalltown, crouching in the valley Woken by the sally army Sunday marchround Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Who on earth would spoil it Would they pull down Smalltown? If it's all the same to you Mrs Progress Think I'll drink my Oxo up And get away It's not that you're repulsive to see In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie You're too fast for little old me Next you'll be telling me it's 1990 I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more And I've sheltered all the children who have fought the wars And as payment they make love in me In squeaky beds Inside of their heads In bicycle sheds As Tories and Reds As singles and weds And that's how I'm fed And that's how I'm fed Smalltown, snoring under blankets Woken by the clank It's just the milkman's dawn round Smalltown, hiding undercovers Are asleep 'round Smalltown The lodgers and the lovers Smalltown, crouching in the valley Sunday marchround Woken by the sally army Smalltown, coughing in the toilet Will you pull down Smalltown Now who on earth would spoil it Smalltown Smalltown |