Steve Hackett - Blood On The Rooftops lyrics

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Steve Hackett - Blood On The Rooftops lyrics

Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day, Won't you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain Saved again. Let's skip the news boy (I'll make some tea) The Arabs and the Jews boy (too much for me) They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep) And the thing I hate - Oh Lord! Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation's fate. Hypnotised by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised! You've won the West in time to be our guest Name your prize! Drop of wine, a gla** of beer dear what's the time? The grime on the Tyne is mine, all mine, all mine. Five past nine. Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring Streets of San Francisco - a word from Peking The trouble was started - by a young Errol Flynn Better in my day - Oh Lord! For when we got bored, we'd have a world war, happy but poor So let's skip the news boy (I'll go make that tea) Blood on the rooftops (too much for me) When old Mother Goose stops - they're out for 23 Then the rain at Lords stopped play Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again.