Fall - M5#1 Lyrics
Youll never see me trying to raise cainYoull never see me wear a suit of greenTheres a slip-road up right aheadLeading to the agragarianBut Im city born and bredToo many car-fumes in my headJust a well-read punk peasant.But youd think a country man would understandThe devil makes work for idle hands.M5 6-7 pmAnd the man who pretends he knows it allIs destined to a mighty fall.Gets into your house with cheer,Then proceeds to take all youve got to offer.This is not an autobahnIts an evil roundaboutThat leads to the haywainAnd youll never see good trains again.In late 60s, my daddy said to me,Youll never see trams and clogs again.Now they roam the city.Can these people not understandThe devil makes work for idle handsM5 6-7 pmThe devil makes work for idle hands.M5 to the country straight aheadIts stuffed to the gills with crusty brown breadCan they not understandTheres nothing worse than a bored man?M5, 6-7 pm
