23A Swan Hill Songtext / Lyric

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

23A, 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

23A, Swan Hill



And the whole world moves

And I? m standing still

In 23A, Swan Hill



And I will

And I will

And I will

And I will

In 23A, Swan Hill



And I will

And I will

And I will

And I will

In 23A, Swan Hill



And I will

And I will

And I will

And I will

In 23A, Swan Hill