Electric line, racing time
Fire down the wall
Spinning around, the killing ground
It makes you look so smallHenna years, the stinging tears
Flesh on the railway track
The screaming queen on the TV screen
Is never coming backSuffer no more
Step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox talesYour special days, your winning ways
You're living out the past
You're lying lies and tying ties
And running much too fastBut you feel so sick
If you run too quick and wishing every day
Wishing you were all along
Wishing you were years awaySuffer no more
Step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox talesListen to my
Listen to my pillbox talesElectric line, racing time
Fire down the wall
Spinning around, this killing ground
It makes you look so smallThe henna years, the stinging tears
Flesh on the railway track
Jamming queen on the TV screen
Is never coming backSuffer no more
Step inside and listen
Listen to my pillbox talesStep inside and listen to my
Step inside and listen to my
Step inside and listen to my pillbox tales
Songwriters
SMITH, ROBERT JAMES / TOLHURST, LAURENCE ANDREW / DEMPSEY, MICHAEL STEPHENPublished by
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