High & Dry Lyrics

Why'd you have to leave me for some Albanian gambler on the Beirut train?
When I'd finished laughing,
I celebrated with a glass of hate.
You got dreams and I've got demons,
I forgive you all 'cause that really isn't what you do.

High and dry,
Not a cloud in the sky,
History,
Somebody can ...... me.

Mondays I go clubbing,
Just outside a ...... in a pin striped suit,
And a bunch of roses,
Strolling through the vestry being beaten up,
By those English be-boys, Soho tea-boys. I forgive them all because they're really into what they do.

High and dry,
Not a cloud in the sky,
History
Dont take no notice of me.

Sirens scream my unfit babies,
Dont you blame those viruses, they're really into what they do.

High and dry,
Oh what a cloth head am I,
Showbiz clown,
Dont have the brains in this town.
High and Dry,
They say there's snow in July,
Have no say,
Till you can throw me away.
High and dry,
Not a cloud in the sky.

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