Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ...This Town..., artist - Elvis Costello.
Date of issue: 10.06.2012
Song language: English
...This Town... |
That Charlie Sedarka was a-playing the piano |
Like he was pawing a dirty book |
He bit a hole in his big bottom lip and gave his |
Very best little boy look |
It was a song with a topical verse which I’m |
Afraid he then proceeded to sing |
Something about the moody doomed love of |
The Fish-Finger King |
You’re nobody in this town |
You’re nobody in this crowd |
You’re nobody till everybody in this town |
Thinks you’re poison |
Got your number knows it must be avoided |
You’re nobody till everybody in this town |
Thinks you’re a bastard |
Mr. Getgood moved up to Self-Made Man Row |
Although he swears that he’s the salt of the earth |
He’s so proud of the «kick-me-hard» sign that |
They hung on his back at birth |
He said «I appreciate beauty, if I have one, then |
It’s my fault» |
«Beauty is on my pillow, beauty is there in |
My vault» |
The girl with the eternity rock went down on |
Her bookie to buy some stock |
Now all her signs in the shopping arcades say |
«The corporation thief is The New Jesse James» |
Her clothes and her attention were scant, her |
Eyes were everywhere |
Her eyes were like absinthe |
The little green figures that dance on his screen |
Say everything you want to hear and nothing |
They mean |
They made love while she was changing her dress |
She wiped him off she wiped him out and then |
She made him confess |
A little amused by the belief in her power |
You must remember this it was the fetish of |
The hour |