Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Empty Bottles , by - Ben Watt. Song from the album North Marine Drive, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 31.12.1982
Record label: Cherry Red
Song language: English
Empty Bottles |
| Crippled anger from a crippled brain |
| Crippled footsteps through a crippled train |
| Bloody head wound leaves a bloody stain |
| On a raincoat smelling from the rain |
| Oh, it’s the last train |
| It’s the last train home |
| Oh, it’s the last train |
| It’s the last train home |
| Knees together, handbag nicely perched |
| Her dateline boyfriend left her in the lurch |
| And through the window she keeps her constant stare |
| Which is funny, because there’s nothing there |
| Oh, it’s the last train |
| It’s the last train home |
| Oh, it’s the last train |
| It’s the last train home |
| The carriage lurches like the drunken man |
| Swaying sideways through the wasteland |
| While never flinching, the wheels keep tight reign |
| Like the girl, like the girl staring through the pane |
| Oh, it’s the last train |
| It’s the last train home |
| Oh, it’s the last train |
| It’s the last train home |
| Is that any comfort? |
| Is that any comfort? |
| Is that any comfort? |