Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Good Is A Castle, artist - Joe Bataan. Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Song language: English
What Good Is A Castle |
| What good is a castle |
| Way high upon a hill |
| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled |
| And you’re six stories high |
| What good is a playground |
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane |
| If every time you watch them |
| It starts to rain |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| What good is the sound |
| Of a child of the world without a girl |
| What good is a heart |
| After it’s torn apart |
| What good is a judge |
| Or a jury without a trial |
| What good is a daddy |
| Or a mommy without a child |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Something inside of me |
| Keeps repeating |
| You better hang on, boy |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Something inside of me |
| Begs me to hang on, whoa, whoa |
| How can I continue |
| Or move a step at all |
| My days are all numbered |
| So I’ll take my fall |
| What good is a castle |
| Way high upon a hill |
| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled |
| And you’re six stories high |
| What good is a playground |
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane |
| If every time you watch them |
| It starts to rain |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Hey, hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
| What good is a castle |
| Way high on a hill |
| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled |
| And you’re six stories high |
| What good is a playground |
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane |
| If every time you watch them |
| It starts to feeling that it’ll pour down rain |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| What good is the sound |
| Of a child of the world without a girl |
| What good is a heart |
| After it’s torn apart |
| What good is a judge |
| Or a jury without a trial |
| What good is a daddy |
| Or a mommy without a child |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Something inside of me |
| Keeps repeating |
| You better hang on, boy |
| Whoa |
| Something inside of me |
| Begs me to hang on, whoa |
| How can I continue |
| Or move a step at all |
| My days are all numbered |
| So I’ll take my fall |
| What good is a castle |
| Way high on a hill |
| If you’re chained down and you’re crippled |
| And you’re six stories high |
| What good is a playground |
| Full of lovers beneath your window pane |
| If every time you watch them |
| It starts to feeling that it’ll pour down rain |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |
| Hey, hey, hey |
| Whoa, whoa, whoa |