South Is Only a Home

Can I feel useless and low?
Could I hide a chain of gold from your eyes?
Sandy thinks he knows the trade
All the games and the plays
And the ways I make

Do you believe in the first way to lend a hand?
It's a second chance you never planned
Just a close encounter that comes to mind
A rummage sale you barely find

And it's sold... you better believe it's freezing cold
When it's sold... you better believe it's freezing cold
Oh Whitehall! Whitehall women rejoice
Tell us we're the ones with the most
And hear the sounds of our voices
We've been waiting for our host

Brixton bunnies come in
We can see the state you're in
Nothing like a smiling face
Oh what a waste you've been

Clapham clown stop your frowning
Let it go you're not alone
The river may keep you drowning
But south is only a home
South is only a home



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Friedberger, Eleanor Friedberger
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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