Admiral Fallow
Subbuteo
Hello, my chumIt's me and I'm banging on your doorIt's been far too longSince we set the leaves alight down on the floorI've returned for a while To the concrete that once claimed my kneesAnd the stones my hands owned As I sent them toward windows and treesTowering trees Towering treesThere are bangers in the wheely binsLazer pens shone through the glassAnd BB after BB fired From behind the wall beyond the grassAnd though boots met my face And knuckles cracked me black as coalI care not for the mindless Who poked fear at my sorry soulMy soulMy soulLetras de cancionesAnd I miss the rain on the roofPitstop paths and whistling streamsI miss the cold stream chipsThe red subbuteo team painted greenBuilt on back fields, It seemed a thorn in my child sideInstead became a grit-soaked playgroundWhere the propers and the poor collideOh, it might sound dull But dull's sometimes all we haveYeah, it might sound dull But dull's all we ever haveSometimes I talk with the meter Of a bingo caller's east-end drawlWho cares; we're all just trying to float While everything seems set to fallSo hardSo hard
From Letras Mania