Lyrics Broken Toys - Smoove & Turrell, Turrell, Smoove, Turrell

Broken Toys

Jack draped neatly across a wooden chest
Babies leaving babies at their mother’s breast
They all tell stories when they come home to rest
Talk about it all
Slap dash Harry, raise a drink behind the bar
Wearing his ribbons, he can talk about them all
To us another story, but to him he’s seen them fall
Talk about it all, about it all
Well about all your troubles and all your friends
Talk about the worst times, those dreams they never end
Talk about your freedom, granted that’s for sure
Talk about the times when you can take no more, alright
Queens and countries need their little boys
Playing with their lives, like they’re their latest toys
But it ain’t Jack who’s been there, sits at home with the rest
Talk about it all, about it all
Well about all your troubles and all your friends
Talk about the worst times, those dreams they never end
Talk about your freedom, granted that’s for sure
Talk about the times when you can take no more
Line those streets with their fallen friends
Looking in their eyes and you can never understand
Now the boys are just forgotten, left to get on with it all
Talk about them all, about them all
Well about all your troubles and all your friends
Talk about the worst times, those dreams they never end
Talk about your freedom, granted that’s for sure
Talk about the times when they can take no more
Broken toys for adult boys
Broken toys for adult boys
Broken toys for adult boys
Broken toys for adult boys