XTC - The Everyday Story of Smalltown текст песни

Smalltown, snoring under blankets

Woken by the clank

Its just the milkmans dawn round

Smalltown, hiding undercovers

The lodgers and the lovers

Are asleep round smalltown

Shiney grey black snake of bikes

He slithers

Bearing up the men and boys

To work

Were standing in poplar lines

Making alarm clocks thatll wake our wives up

Dont ask us, we havent the time

Were racing the hooter thatll signal lifes up

Smalltown, crouching in the valley

Woken by the sally army

Sunday marchround

Smalltown, coughing in the toilet

Who on earth would spoil it

Would they pull down smalltown?

If its all the same to you

Mrs progress

Think Ill drink my oxo up

And get away

Its not that youre repulsive to see

In your brand new catalogue nylon nightie

Youre too fast for little old me

Next youll be telling me its 1990

I have lived here for a thousand years or maybe more

And Ive sheltered all the children who have fought the wars

And as payment they make love in me

In squeaky beds

In bicycle sheds

Inside of their heads

As singles and weds

As tories and reds

And thats how Im fed

And thats how Im fed

Smalltown, snoring under blankets

Woken by the clank

Its just the milkmans dawn round

Smalltown, hiding undercovers

The lodgers and the lovers

Are asleep round smalltown

Smalltown, crouching in the valley

Woken by the sally army

Sunday marchround

Smalltown, coughing in the toilet

Now who on earth would spoil it

Will you pull down smalltown

Smalltown

Smalltown