Lyrics

does no one here have any place to go?, can there be time for such reclining, in your social to and fro, have you no paramour, no dogs to walk, no early morning shift, that calls you like a whore and, begs you make it swift?, does no one here have anything to show?, for every hour you devour, in pursuit of letting go, where is your suckling brood?, your easy mood, 'kick up the fire and let the, flames break loose', home, go home, your dreams are yours alone', all buffered nail and whittled heel, like clothes and skin the dance floor peels, home, go home, the masquerade is done, from here on in, tomorrow's canned, in each dear disappointed hand, does no one here have anything to say?, would it be treasonous to reason with, a heart so young and gay, it is the perfect frock, exquisite locks, and nothing comes to rain on your parade, home, go home, your dreams are yours alone, what care i for your cobbled life, your talent turn, your status wife, go home, go home, to valance, flock and drone, your lovers writhe like eels inside, your neighbour's sheets - squealing, bleating haste - quick turn, the pyro lives to burn, the pelmet catches, batten hatches, all is gone that no-one snatches, home, go home and govern you, your own, make your love and keep it warm, it won't be precious very long, go home

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Artist: alison moyet