Ian Hunter - 23A, Swan Hill Lyrics

Wrote this poem called, 'The Floods Roll On'
He said, this ain't yours
Where?d you get it from?
You must have stole it from a book, oh yeah

You must have stole it from a book.
?Cause you ain't frail
You ain't beautiful
And I don't fancy you at all

you'd be a ruin
If looks could kill
23A, Swan Hill

Stiff with rage, screaming at the sky
Innocence breaks
Says she wants to die
I'm assuming I'm alive, oh yeah

I'm assuming I'm alive
She pushes and she pulls
My legs go weak
In fascinating terror

The whole world moves
And I'm standing still
In 23A Swan Hill

And it?s always raining
And you never ask why
You never give yourself a shot
You just sit and watch your life go by

Kicking stones at a still life
Want to pull it down, slash it, slash it
There must be some way out here
There must be some way out here

This ain't right, there must be more to life
Than breaking and entering
Doing people?s heads in alcohol, nicotine
Thinking what I might have been

You would be a ruin
If looks could kill
23A, Swan Hill

And the whole world moves
And I'm standing still
In 23A, Swan Hill

And I will
And I will
And I will
And I will
In 23A, Swan Hill

And I will
And I will
And I will
And I will
In 23A, Swan Hill

And I will
And I will
And I will
And I will
In 23A, Swan Hill