23a Swan Hill Lyrics & Chords By Ian Hunter

Wrote this poem called, 'The Floods Roll On'
He said, this ain? t yours
Where? d you get it from?
You must have stole it from a book, oh yeah
You must have stole it from a book.
? Cause you ain? t frail
You ain? t beautiful
And I don? t fancy you at all
You? d be a ruin
If looks could kill
23A, Swan Hill
Stiff with rage, screaming at the sky
Innocence breaks
Says she wants to die
I? m assuming I? m alive, oh yeah
I? m assuming I? m alive
She pushes and she pulls
My legs go weak
In fascinating terror
The whole world moves
And I? m standing still
In 23A Swan Hill
And it? s always raining
And you never ask why
You never give yourself a shot
You just sit and watch your life go by
Kicking stones at a still life
Want to pull it down, slash it, slash it
There must be some way out here
There must be some way out here
This ain? t right, there must be more to life
Than breaking and entering
Doing people? s heads in alcohol, nicotine
Thinking what I might have been
You would be a ruin
If looks could kill
23A, Swan Hill
And the whole world moves
And I? m standing still
In 23A, Swan Hill
And I will
And I will
And I will
And I will
In 23A, Swan Hill
And I will
And I will
And I will
And I will
In 23A, Swan Hill
And I will
And I will
And I will
And I will
In 23A, Swan Hill