Jon Langford
Charlie Cake Park
Like an identification parade Feel like death while the children grow A young grey face in the shade of the Armley P.O. Pushing prams or walking sticks Getting the money from under glass Clothes don't fit too well Down in Charlie Cake 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 under 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 In a flat above the chemists Andy and Claire are dressing to kill But they don't come out till after dark In Charlie Cake park You can't avoid the broken glass - When you're ground and weathered like a stone Leaving footprints in the mud like the words on a grave So unlikely so mundane Scatter breadcrumbs in the rain With a paper bag for a mask In Charlie Cake park As the chronic illness brews We know we should feel a fraud But the whole place never moves And nothing will change
From Letras Mania