Birmingham Songtext
von The Wolfgang Press

Allen / cox / gray
Face the facts and don′t look back
There's a hole in this middle town affair
There′s a whole inquest
Like a hole in the rest
That I think I'm going to have to sit in
You're a sleeping bag
You′re a rhyming slug

Pressure pressure


Man is sick of chairs
From the heart of the sins above ground
Around here I think I′m Jesus
And I'm sick of all the songs about love
There′s a head hunt in Birmingham
We're going to hurry down the same old roads
I′m not going to think that I'm a Jesus
Sorry this and sorry that′s the same old bone

Pressure pressure

Fix this kiss this

I'm not sick I'm going to handle this
I′m going to have everything I want to have
I′m going to seed some mean
I'm going to raise a scene
I′m going to raise everything I ever had

I'm not sick I′m going to handle this
I'm going to...


Keyboards: Mark Cox, Stephen Blake
Guitar: Andrew Gray
Bass: Leslie Langston
Voices: Michael Allen, Zannie Barrett
Drums: Robin Brown, T.W.P., Drostan Madden
Thanks: Benny DiMassa
Engineered: Ian Capple, Craig A Thompson
Produced: Drostan Madden, T.W.P.