Like an identification parade
Feel like death while the children glow
A young grey face in the shade of the
Amli
P .O
They're pushing brands
on walking sticks
Getting the money from under glass
Clothes don't fit too well down in
Charlie
K
Park
You can hardly walk on your heels
Stagger out blind between
the bikes and cars
Frozen in the headlights glare
Down on suicide road
Walking on the ladders for a living,
you know
We should be running round
the pubs and bars
We know we'll never grow short,
and we'll never grow tall
In a flat above the chemists
Andy and
Claire are dressing to kill
But they don't come out till after dark
Down in
Charlie
K
Park
You can avoid the broken glass
When you're ground and
weathered like a stone
Leave your footprints in the mud
like the woods on a grave
Walking on the ladders for a living,
you know
We should be running
round the pubs and bars
We know we'll never grow short and
we'll never grow tall
So unlikely, so mundane
Scattered breadcrumbs in the rain
With a paper bag for a mask down in
Charlie
Gate
Park
As the chronic illness proves
We know we should feel a flaw
But the whole place never moves
And nothing will change
Walking on the ladders for a living,
you know
We should be running round
the pubs and bars
We know we'll never go short
and we'll never grow tall
Walking on the ladders for a living,
you know
We should be running round
the pubs and bars
We know we'll never go short
and we'll never grow tall
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