Build a bridge or maybe two Together held with footsteps she outgew But now she sits alone, everyone's long gone She dances in a photograph When it was good to joke and have a laugh But that was yesterday, if only today Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets
Chasin down the avaenue After a childhood that she never knew Choking on woodbine Cigarettes just kill the time Now the walls are crawling faces That still breathe But before she nods her head what's left but sleep
She hears a chrous of factory girls Singin's aoin and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song
Come day go day Wish in my hearty it was Sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And whiskey on a Sunday
Come day go day Wish in my hearty it was Sunday Drinking buttermilk all the week And whiskey on a Sunday
Now the walls are crawling faces that still breathe But before she nods her head whats's left but sleep
She hears a chorus of factory girls Singin' in the streets Drinkin' their coca-colas After washing your filthy sheets
She hears a chrous of factory girls Singin's aoin and all Empty are their pockets But their voices are filled with song
Stayed Richard and his court of Kings He stole my heart and many other things But me I took his crown Wish he was here to steal it now