Ian Hunter - 23a, Swan Hill Lyrics
(ian hunter)(transcribed by justin purington; corrections by colin ford)Wrote this poemCalled the floods roll onHe said this aint yours,Whered you get it from?You must have stole it from a book,Oh yeahYou must have stole it from a book.cause you aint frailYou aint beautiful,And I dont fancy youAt all.Youd be a ruinIf looks could kill23 a, swan hillStiff with rageScreaming at the skyInnocence breaksSays she wants to dieIm assuming Im aliveOh yeahIm assuming Im aliveShe pushes and she pullsMy legs go weakIn fascinating terrorThe whole world movesAnd Im standing stillIn 23a swan hillAnd its always rainingAnd you never ask whyYou never give yourself a shotYou just sit and watch your life go byKicking stonesAt a still lifeWant to pull it downSlash it slash itThere must be some way out hereThere must be some way out hereThis aint rightThere must be more to lifeThan breaking and enteringDoing peoples heads inAlcohol, nicotineThinking what I might have beenYou would be a ruinIf looks could kill23 a, swan hillAnd the whole world movesAnd Im standing stillIn 23 a, swan hillAnd I willAnd I willAnd I willAnd I willIn 23 a, swan hill(repeat and fade)
