Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Middle Of The Hill, artist - Josh Pyke.
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
Middle Of The Hill |
When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill |
Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle |
And I still remember where I cracked my head |
In the vacant lot, there’s a row of tiny houses there now |
And we used to light fires in the gutters |
And I could cool my head on the concrete steps |
But the girl down the street hit my sister on the head |
With a stick and we hid behind my father |
As he knocked on the parents' door |
To tell them what she did |
But the parents were drunk so they really didn’t give a shit |
And the girl down the street said a dog couldn’t bark |
'Cause a man with an axe cut its voicebox out |
But my older sister told me that it prob’ly wasn’t true |
And I believe what she said 'cause she took me by the hand |
One time when a coupla men drove down the hill in a white van |
Said there was a phone box filled with money 'round the corner |
And I woulda gone along but she took me by the hand |
To the house in the middle of the hill |
In the middle of the hill, in the middle of the hill |
And my mother knew the words to a lot of different songs |
And we’d always sing the harmonies, yeah we’d sing along |
She had cold, cold hands when the fever hit |
And then the noises that the trains made sounded like people in my head |
And the stories that the ceiling told |
Through the pictures and the grains in the pine-wood boards |
And let me stay outside 'til the sky went red |
And I could cool my head on the concrete steps |
And you could never really see the top from the bottom |
But I don’t pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em |
And you could never really see the top from the bottom |
I don’t pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em (x 4) |