Australian Crawl - Unpublished Critic Lyrics
I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the looseI'm in a overcoarted wayA poet in a garretYou know some people sayStanding at the barline with my lip on the curlI'm with the other lean and learMy finger on the pulseAnd my hand around a beer(Refro:)Ah, Ahh, well I don't wanna know what's going round hereAh, Ahh, it's just a matter of time, hold it under lightAh, Ahh, I've got to get away, to get away, to get awayThe singer in the band, he sweat on a poseAnd he's really such a jerkThinks he can call me stupidBecause he gets a lot of workI'm standing in the background, got my arms on the foldAnd every dog's gonna have it's dayThe New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A.(Refro)Well, I've been reading those biographies in paperbackI've got a death-wish that I can't expalinI've been working on the petulanceAnd the urchin took my name(Refro)