Graham Parker - Crawlin From The Wreckage Lyrics
Pre>crawlin from the wreckage g. parkerChords: from david windhorst <colorg@mindspring.com>G d gGot out really early from the factoryD gDrivin like a nut in the rainG d gDont think I was actin so hystericallyDBut I didnt see a thing until it cameCMet the dumb suburbos in the takeawayD gBeating up the chinee at the counterC d gI put a few inside me at the end of the dayDI took out my revenge on the revolution counterGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageDYoud think by now at least that half my brain would get the messageGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageC d cInto a brand new carG d gIn walks bud with his exploding noseD gHes been giving it maximum todayG d gShouted, how the devil, you in trouble, I supposeDAll you ever do is run awayCGunned up the motor inta hyperdriveD gI wasnt gonna take any of thatC d gDont get bright ideas about a suicideDcause all I ever hear is, zoom, bam, fantasticGCrawlin from the wreckageCrawlin from the wreckageDYoud think by now at least that half a brain would get the messageGCrawlin from the wreckageCrawlin from the wreckageC dInto a brand new carG7 c7Crawlin, crawlin, crawlin from the wreckageG7 c7Crawlin, crawlin, crawlin from the wreckageG7 c7Crawlin, crawlin, crawlin from the wreckageSoloD a dD a dD a dC a dGGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageDBits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedgesGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageC d cInto a brand new carG d gNothin seems to happen that aint happened beforeD gI see it all through flashes of depressionG d gI drop my drink and hit some people runnin for the doorDGotta make some kind of impressionCcause when Im disconnected from the drivin wheelD gIm only half the man I should beC d gMetal hitting metal is-a all I feelDEverything is good as it poss-i-bul-ly could beGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageDYoud think by now at least that half a brain would get the messageGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageC dInto a brand new carGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageDBits of me are scattered in the trees and in the hedgesGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageC dInto a brand new carGCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckage(fade)Notes:In his ny concert with the episodes, gp says:Heres a song I wrote in 1978 when I was doing the squeezingOut sparks stuff [applause] but its not, uh,Its not on that record [laughter] because it really wasntGood enough. but I gave it to dave edmunds who turned it intoSomething decent. a little thing called crawling from the wreckage.In brisbane (australia) at the gig in van goghs earlobeHe also said and its kept me in swimming pools ever since.******************************************************************Robs versionCrawlin from the wreckage [index]Corrections or comments to: robert whyte: rob@toadshow.com.auGot out really early from the factoryDrivin like a nut in the rainDont think I was acting so hystericallyBut I didnt see a thing until it cameMet the dumb suburbos in the takeawayBeating up the chinee at the counterI put a few inside me at the end of the dayI took out my revenge on the revolution counterChorusCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageBits of me are scattered in the trees and on the hedgesCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageAnd into a brand new carIn walks bud with his exploding noseHed been givin it maximum todayShouted how the devil you in trouble I suppose?But all you ever do is run away.Gunned up the motor into hyperdriveI didnt want to take any of thatDont get bright ideas about suicideCos all I ever hear is zoom bang bang bangChorus (var)Crawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageYoud think by now at least that half my brain would get the messageCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckageInto a brand new car(shake it mitch!) instrumental verseWell well nothing seem to happen that aint happened beforeI see it all through flashes of depressionDrop my drink and hit some people running for the doorI gotta make some kind of impressionCos when Im disconnected from the driving wheelIm only half the man that I should beMetal hitting metal is all I feelBut everythings as good as it possibly could beRepeat chorus (var) then repeat chorus one then well, wellCrawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckage,Crawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckage,Crawlin from the wreckage, crawlin from the wreckage,VariationsThe marys version on piss and vinegar has it thus:Youd think by now at least Id have a brain or get the messageStatus quo versionCrawling from the wreckage( g. parker )Got out really early from the factoryDriving like a nut in the rainDont think I was acting so hystericallyBut I didnt see a thing until it cameMan the drunks were verbal in the takeawayBeating up the chinese at the counterI put a few inside meAt the end of the dayI took out my revengeOn the revolution counterCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageYoud think by now at least thatHalf my brain would get the messageCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageInto a brand new carIn walks bud with his exploding noseHed been giving it maximum todayHe shouted how the devilYou in trouble I supposeBut all you ever do is run awayTurned up the motor into hyper-driveI wasnt gonna take any of thatDont get bright ideas about a suicidecause all I ever hearIs zoom wam bam past meCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageYoud think by now at least thatHalf my brain would get the messageCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageInto a brand new carCrawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckageCrawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckageCrawling, crawling, crawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageBits of me are scatteredIn the trees and in the hedgesCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageInto a brand new carNothing seem to happen that aint happened beforeI see it all through flashes of depressionI dry up my drink and hearPeople running for the doorGod I make some kind of impressioncause when Im disconnected from the driving wheelIm only half the man I should beBut metal hitting metal isnt all I feelAnd everything is good asIt possible could beCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageYoud think by now at least thatHalf my brain would get the messageCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageInto a brand new carCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageBits of me are scatteredIn the trees and in the hedgesCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageInto a brand new carCrawling from the wreckageCrawling from the wreckageCrawling, crawlingCrawling from the wreckage /pre>
