Kevin Coyne - House On The Hill lyrics

Coyne Well I'm going to the house upon the hill, The place where they give you pills The rooms are always chilled, They're never cosy Where they give three suits a year And at Christmas time a bottle of beer And at Easter time the mayor comes round, He's always smiling Where the old ladies sit by the garden wall And they never hear the bluebird call Never notice the leaves that fall cause they're all crazy Where the red bus stands by the great big gate The red bus that's always late, You know why it's always late Cause it's always empty Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny that's it's making me cry Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny Lord, sometimes I wish I could die. Now this pagan life is getting me down, my brow is filled with a furl and a frown My eyelids lower as low as can be but I'm not sleeping I wander round that Brixton Square with the bottles strewn everywhere Under tables and under chairs and they're all broken Where the big red face of the man on the beat Says Hey, have you had someting to eat? Thrusts out his yellow teeth, they're all for biting Where I don't have a cent and I don't know how I'll pay the rent I think I'll turn bent and make some money So if you know a way I can go from out of this show you know You could give me a golden glow but you're not trying You'd never lift a regular hand, you call me a lazy man Who on earth will ever understand I'm really trying So I'm going to the house upon the hill, the place where they give you pills And where the doctors they don't k** cause they're so friendly Where the red bus stands by the great big gate The red bus and it's always late, you know why it's always late Because it's always empty