Standard (EADGBE)
He spends his time, or maybe half of his time, or part of the time wandering
'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes
with a tear in his eye, as the children walk by, he's thinking of a song
then stops, to paint a picture of a frown, walking around
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And the fast guitar that's right after that part goes like this:
Dan Treacy's smile, leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime?
no rest for the mind, that's seen it all before
and I don't know where he lives, but he's a myth of a man, and Texas Bob the cameraman
is off to fix his sit before the show, yeah but where did he go?
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to know when your time's up
you flip the glass and watch the hours quickening
oh oh oh oh oh
in the back of the station
fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering
well he speaks his mind, he says "what is crime?"
Dan Treacy's eyes
In the middle of the park, when the underground is dark
he's a poet he's a lark
he starts thinking about a place that no one knows
and when the creeks run dry, he stays frozen in time
strange lights in the sky
start blinking, I can see the car outside but he's listening
oh oh oh oh, he's listening, oh oh oh, he's listening, ah ah ah
when he's making up his mind
He made his mind up, to get things done and overcome
He made his mind up, yeah he's gonna let it go
he made his mind up, in the park and at the station
he made his mind up, yeah, he's gonna get it done
he made his mind up, ooh yeah he's gonna get it done
he made his mind up
yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh
no matter the time, oh oh
when the creeps run by, oh no
he's making his mind up, oh oh oh oh
yeah he's gonna get it done whoa
oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh
yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,
yeah, when the creeps walk by and say, "come here boy, look me in the eye"
bow to the heart, back to the beat of Dan Treacy