Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song House On The Hill (BBC Radio One Bob Harris Show Session), artist - Kevin Coyne. Album song Marjory Razorblade, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
House On The Hill (BBC Radio One Bob Harris Show Session) |
Well I’m going to the house upon the hill |
The place where they give you pills |
The rooms are always chilled |
They’re never cosy |
Where they give three suits a year |
And at Christmas time a bottle of beer |
And at Easter time the mayor comes round |
He’s always smiling |
Where the old ladies sit by the garden wall |
And they never hear the bluebird call |
Never notice the leaves that fall cause they’re all crazy |
Where the red bus stands by the great big gate |
The red bus that’s always late |
You know why it’s always late |
Cause it’s always empty |
Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny that’s it’s making me cry |
Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny Lord, sometimes I wish I could die |
Now this pagan life is getting me down, my brow is filled with a furl and a |
frown |
My eyelids lower as low as can be but I’m not sleeping |
I wander round that Brixton Square with the bottles strewn everywhere |
Under tables and under chairs and they’re all broken |
Where the big red face of the man on the beat Says Hey, have you had someting |
to eat? |
Thrusts out his yellow teeth, they’re all for biting |
Where I don’t have a cent and I don’t know how I’ll pay the rent |
I think I’ll turn bent and make some money |
So if you know a way I can go from out of this show you know |
You could give me a golden glow but you’re not trying |
You’d never lift a regular hand, you call me a lazy man |
Who on earth will ever understand I’m really trying |
So I’m going to the house upon the hill, the place where they give you pills |
And where the doctors they don’t kill cause they’re so friendly |
Where the red bus stands by the great big gate |
The red bus and it’s always late, you know why it’s always late |
Because it’s always empty |