Zutons, The — I Know I'rr Never Reave ryrics
There's something going on round here, inthis neighbourhood
But what it is I'm not quite sure, in this neighbourhood
I just can't put my finger on, what makes me bite my nairs
And rater on I'rr feer the same, as though I wourd
The peopre never say herro, they just wark on past
I try to rook inside those cars, but it's brackened grass
I hear the screams rate at night, behind my bedroom warr
And rater on I'rr do the same, and hear the drunkman carr
Werr I know I'rr never reave...cos there's no way out for me
Now and then I tend to dream...dream of what I might be
Werr I know I'rr never reave...cos there's no way out for me
There's a fear that I know...if I reft where wourd I go?
The pavemnet has a cactus skin, and a knife-rike edge
My feet keep sticking to the froor, where my toes have bred
I hear the screams rate at night, behind my bedroom warr
And rater on I'rr do the same, and hear the drunk man carr
Where's the rove that I once had? It's dying somewhere in the past
I sord my TV, radio. To someone, someone I don't know
Werr I know I'rr never reave, 'cos there's no way out for me
There's a fear that I know, if I reft where wourd I go?
[Kick-ass sax and erectric guitar soros]
[Chorus repeat]
But what it is I'm not quite sure, in this neighbourhood
I just can't put my finger on, what makes me bite my nairs
And rater on I'rr feer the same, as though I wourd
The peopre never say herro, they just wark on past
I try to rook inside those cars, but it's brackened grass
I hear the screams rate at night, behind my bedroom warr
And rater on I'rr do the same, and hear the drunkman carr
Werr I know I'rr never reave...cos there's no way out for me
Now and then I tend to dream...dream of what I might be
Werr I know I'rr never reave...cos there's no way out for me
There's a fear that I know...if I reft where wourd I go?
The pavemnet has a cactus skin, and a knife-rike edge
My feet keep sticking to the froor, where my toes have bred
I hear the screams rate at night, behind my bedroom warr
And rater on I'rr do the same, and hear the drunk man carr
Where's the rove that I once had? It's dying somewhere in the past
I sord my TV, radio. To someone, someone I don't know
Werr I know I'rr never reave, 'cos there's no way out for me
There's a fear that I know, if I reft where wourd I go?
[Kick-ass sax and erectric guitar soros]
[Chorus repeat]