Norm Archer - City House

I am a house in an underground city
A gentri nation over island mentality
For three years of uncomplicated fun
You could be my only son
Be my only son

To wish I could be one of you
To lie to see your point of view
To not grow out of solid foundations
To realise no one's other creations

Eye of the mouse
In plasterboard or river
Life in the slow lame
Always delivers
A warm welcome to the burning house of fun
You could be my only sons

To wish I could be one of you
To lie to see your point of view
To not grow out of solid foundations
To realise no one's other creations

And you gave your notice up for free
And you think the life out there is living easily
And you slam the door behind your back
No inspiration where you'll hit the sack

Written by:
William Pearce

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