A Place In The Sun

Sign on the line for the life of your time
You don’t have to say what you see
You can scar with a word, an obsession absurd
Carved too deep a shadow in me
Face to the wall with the thrill of it all
I may as well scream at the sky
Left with no voice or alternative choice
I may as well learn how to fly

So you turn on your TV
And learn what you should be
And if you do this
You’ll be all that you could be
Through anoraks eyes
You see cellulite thighs
So send us an cheque
And we’ll sure exorcize

And I’m sure there’s a place in the sun for people like you
Yes I’m sure there’s a place in the sun for people like you

Come meet the demands of the heart on your hands
Please try to grin as you bear
Must carry the can for the child and the man
Weighed down with the burden of care
Up to my eyes in the shit and surprise
I may as well turn on the fan
Dragged down to the wire with the depth and desire
I don’t know if I could – If I can

You can pool your long faces
Your airs and disgraces
Paste plasterboard smiles
In the dark empty spaces
- Fuel up the fires
Of your darkest desires
While hypocracy hangs
From your steeples and spires

And I’m sure there’s a place in the sun for people like you
Yes I’m sure there’s a place in the sun for people like you

And I go to the clinic
A terminal cynic
They pass me some pills
For the fine art of mimic
I rake through the bins
For my soul and my sins
Far too few tonics
And too many djinns

But I hope there’s a place in the stars for people like me
Yes I hope there’s a place in the stars for people like me
Oh there must be a place in the stars for people like me
Shall I pray there’s a place in the stars for people like me?


(c) James Alan Gourley 2008