Bulls

Lyrics

Thieves on the promenade Down on the disco floor Drink deep the bitter tea I'm sleepin' through the war [Chorus] Cash in the broken hands Pockets seen better scores I built a house like this I'm sleepin' through the war I'm married to my boredom No man afraid of gore I'm drivin' 'round my worry I'm sleepin' through the war [Chorus] Cash in the broken hands Pockets seen better scores I built a house like this I'm sleepin' through the war Bull on the back of the bus Hands on the bench Open the back of the bus Hands on the bench