Cranes and Cranes and Cranes and Cranes

Ba ba ba ba bada ba! We make our own mythologies Your maps won't let us down again Your legend's all played out You're keeping some dark secrets But you talk in your sleep We make our own mythologies All gangster scenes and bullet scars Your fashion's three months late If I had the guts I promise I would Cut the powerlines Tape the letterbox shut I don't worry about those things I don't worry about those One grey mess to another grey mess Distance knows a heavy heart best Eve(ry) sin(gle), sin(gle) night (out) For a lifetime of college films (A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign!) I'm hoping, I'm hoping, I'm hoping you don't call Tear down our nightclubs, put up flats Burn down our pubs and put up flats All rows of neat new tracts Why'd you want to live here if there's nothing but Housing? Your boyfriend owns the bar, we drink Your boyfriend ruins everything In a room with blinds drawn down If I had the guts I promise I would Cut the powerlines Tape the letterbox shut I don't worry about those things I don't worry about those From on grey mess to another grey mess Distance knows a heavy heart best Eve(ry) sin(gle), sin(gle) night (out) For a lifetime of college films (A sign! A sign! A sign! A sign! ) I'm hoping, I'm hoping, I'm hoping you don't call --- Cranes and Cranes and Cranes and Cranes - Johnny Foreigner