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Three rocks short of a dry stone wall Steve's mate's son used to play in The Fall Primary colours on their way to the public house To break up a fight between a mistress And her mother And her lover And his spouse But don't take their prejudice to heart They hate everyone The world around them never showed How loving can be fun That's why they are how they are And that's why they don't get very far That's why they are how they are And that's why they don't get very far Chips, gravy and cheese on your knees Watching the sun settle down When we were younger, we would complain "Go find something to do," Mum said But there was nowt But now I don't see those cobbles and curbs And I don't hear the blues anymore I've got a war of roses for a head Letras de cancionesI am the stem and I am the thorn So don't take our prejudice to heart We hate everyone The world around us never showed How loving can be fun That's why we are how we are And that's why we don't get very far That's why we are how we are And that's why we don't get very far, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ah-ahh! (Ooh) (Ooh) (Ah-ah-ahh-ah) (Ah-ah-ahh-ah) (Ah-ah-ahh-ahh) From Letras Mania