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(Ian Hunter)
(Transcribed by Justin Purington; corrections by Colin Ford)
Wrote this poem called "the floods roll on" he said this ain`t yours, where`d you get it from? you must have stole it from a book, oh yeah you must have stole it from a book. `cause you ain`t frail you ain`t beautiful, and I don`t fancy you at all.
You`d be a ruin if looks could kill 23 A, Swan Hill
Stiff with rage screaming at the sky innocence breaks says she wants to die I`m assuming I`m alive oh yeah I`m assuming I`m alive she pushes and she pulls my legs go weak in fascinating terror
The whole world moves and I`m standing still in 23A Swan Hill and it`s always raining and you never ask why you never give yourself a shot you just sit and watch your life go by
Kicking stones at a still life want to pull it down slash it slash it there must be some way out here there must be some way out here this ain`t right there must be more to life than breaking and entering doing people`s heads in alcohol, nicotine thinking what I might have been
You would be a ruin if looks could kill 23 A, Swan Hill And the whole world moves and I`m standing still in 23 A, Swan Hill
and I will and I will and I will and I will in 23 A, Swan Hill (repeat and fade)