Iron Lung (Shenton Street)

Tired town, pretty face
They grind you down, and they hurl their blame
You've split my crown, with your bones and lace

25 is too young
To feel half alive, and to feel half young
Yeah, the lighthouse hums like an iron long
Yeah, the water gleams like a skeleton

Stoned and drunk on Shenton Street
You feeling lucky, punk? Can you keep your feet?
Can you keep your job? Can you keep it discreet?
Can you forget your pain, or does it sting too sweet?

Tired town, I think you win
Forget my smile, forget my sin
Yeah wash me down - wash away everything
Like blood on the ground, when the rain roars in



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Writer(s): Darcy Hay
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