Lyrics

Here they come on down the street greeting everyone Blocking out the sun, blocking out the sun Little casual, but still neat, with the music on Doing nothing wrong, doing nothing wrong They don't knock upon your door, they don't ring the bell But look out ma, here come the swells Transformation incomplete, til they've had enough Till the blood is sucked from everything they touch I don't eat now I don't sleep, I don't need anyone Telling me what's fun, I don't need anyone They don't knock upon your door, they don't ring the bell But look out ma, here come the swells What's that line they sell, that helps us to wake up On the east wing, with a sunday hymn, on the sunnyside sanitorium They don't knock upon your door, they don't ring the bell But look out ma, here come the swells
Writer(s): Peter Bruntnell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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