The Edgar Broughton Band - O.D. 476600/1162/11800 Lyrics
(S.A. Broughton)
It's all the same lose or gain
Like walking on a razor blade
Feel no pain from day to day
Spending dinner times in small cafes
Grown up so fast leave school no job
Looking for a passport,
Get yourself a real life, real life
Your life went straight past everything flash – flash
No time to laugh cos I knew that you were
Heading for an overdose
We used to meet in Union Street
And you would greet with brave hellos
But where you were I couldn't get near
Now where you've gone to no-one knows
Your father sighed and all the while
Your mother did her best to hide
The wasted years and still the rain
Was beating on the waiting grave.
Grown up so fast leave school no job
Looking for a passport,
Get yourself a real life, real life
You slipped out the back door
Now you've gone I'm not so sure
If everything you said was not a game –
In your head – what a crying shame.