Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Granny Farming in the UK, artist - Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine. Album song Starry Eyed And Bollock Naked, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.03.1994
Record label: Chrysalis
Song language: English
Granny Farming in the UK |
There’s twenty five tunes on the visitors bell |
From Granny Farming In The UK |
To Heartbreak Hotel |
And there’s eight million stories of cruelty to tell |
As the medicine goes down |
There’s one currant bun in the baker’s shop |
Who’s beaten like an egg till he bruises like an apricot |
Squeezed between the legs and strangled with a football sock |
And the medicine goes down |
And it’s as clear as a bell and the colour of your cheeks |
And the piss awful smell of the blankets and the sheets |
This ain’t no charabanc, no Derby and Joan |
And this place is no place like home |
And the nurses will hold you and ask you how you feel |
But it’s back to the dole queue for any of them who squeal |
From Granny Farming In The UK to Heartbreak Hotel |
There’s twenty five tunes on the visitors bell |
No letters, no postcards, no whisky, no pets |
No Derby and Joan club and no cigarettes |
No day trips to the seaside, no nights on the town |
No boiled beef and carrots and the medicine goes down |
No handles on the windows, no lights on the stairs |
It’s way past your bedtime and nobody cares |
From Granny Farming In The UK to Heartbreak Hotel |
There’s twenty five tunes on the visitors bell |
And the post man rings twice with a telegram from the Queen |
Your legs turn to red to amber and green |
Your heart jumps the lights and you fall to the ground |
And your death is the talk of the town |