BECAUSE OF YOU
IM DIGING MY GRAVE
WITH A TEASPOON
DONT WANT TO GET TO GOD
TOO SOON
IVE WALKED A THOUSAND MILES
BUT STILL AINT REACHED
THE MOON
SMOKED SO MANY CIGRETTES
I REALLY SHOULD BE DEAD
BUT THE BLOOD
KEEPS FLOWING
IN MY VAINS
BECAUSE OF YOU
WORDS BY PETER STOCK COPYRIGHT HAMMERSMITH78MUSIC PROMOTIONS 2025
PUBLISHED BY STACK MUSIC 2025
THE CHAUFFEUR
as the chauffeur drives you down
to the bright lights of your city
with every gear change
hes thinking of you
running his hand up and down that gear stick
wishing he could spend the night with you
while you stare out of your bubble
windows shut tight
wishing you could smell the air
but the street aint clean
and the city not safe
so in your armoured prision car you ride
as the chauffeur looks back
and changes gear
youre living a long way out
since you became a star
that big old house
on the side of a hill
you say
you need the clean air
to keep your looks the way they are
and the chauffeur
looking at your legs
as he shifts gear
word by peter stock hammersmith78musicpromotions copyright 2025
published by stack music 2025
