Lyrics The Everyday Story of Smalltown (Remastered) - XTC
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                snoring 
                                                under 
                                                blankets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Woken 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                clank
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                just 
                                                the 
                                                milkman's 
                                                dawn 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                hiding 
                                                undercovers
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lodgers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                lovers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                asleep 
                                                ′round 
                                                Smalltown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shiney 
                                                grey 
                                                black 
                                                snake 
                                                of 
                                                bikes
 
                                    
                                
                                                He 
                                                slithers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bearing 
                                                up 
                                                the 
                                                men 
                                                and 
                                                boys
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                work
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                standing 
                                                in 
                                                poplar 
                                                lines
 
                                    
                                
                                                Making 
                                                alarm 
                                                clocks 
                                                that'll 
                                                wake 
                                                our 
                                                wives 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don′t 
                                                ask 
                                                us, 
                                                we 
                                                haven′t 
                                                the 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                racing 
                                                the 
                                                hooter 
                                                that′ll 
                                                signal 
                                                life's 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                crouching 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley
 
                                    
                                
                                                Woken 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                Sally 
                                                Army
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sunday 
                                                marchround
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                coughing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                toilet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                on 
                                                earth 
                                                would 
                                                spoil 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Would 
                                                they 
                                                pull 
                                                down 
                                                Smalltown?
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                it′s 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                same 
                                                to 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mrs 
                                                Progress
 
                                    
                                
                                                Think 
                                                I'll 
                                                drink 
                                                my 
                                                Oxo 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                get 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                not 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                repulsive 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                your 
                                                brand 
                                                new 
                                                catalogue 
                                                nylon 
                                                nightie
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                too 
                                                fast 
                                                for 
                                                little 
                                                old 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Next 
                                                you′ll 
                                                be 
                                                telling 
                                                me 
                                                it′s 
                                                1990
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                lived 
                                                here 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                years 
                                                or 
                                                maybe 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I've 
                                                sheltered 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                children 
                                                who 
                                                have 
                                                fought 
                                                the 
                                                wars
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                as 
                                                payment 
                                                they 
                                                make 
                                                love 
                                                in 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                squeaky 
                                                beds
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                bicycle 
                                                sheds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inside 
                                                of 
                                                their 
                                                heads
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                singles 
                                                and 
                                                weds
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                Tories 
                                                and 
                                                Reds
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that′s 
                                                how 
                                                I'm 
                                                fed
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                that′s 
                                                how 
                                                I'm 
                                                fed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                snoring 
                                                under 
                                                blankets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Woken 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                clank
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                just 
                                                the 
                                                milkman's 
                                                dawn 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                hiding 
                                                undercovers
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lodgers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                lovers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Are 
                                                asleep 
                                                'round 
                                                Smalltown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                crouching 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley
 
                                    
                                
                                                Woken 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                Sally 
                                                Army
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sunday 
                                                marchround
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown, 
                                                coughing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                toilet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                who 
                                                on 
                                                earth 
                                                would 
                                                spoil 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                you 
                                                pull 
                                                down 
                                                Smalltown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smalltown
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Science Friction (CBS Demo)
2 Spinning Top (Live At Eric's Club)
3 Traffic Light Rock (Live At Eric's Club)
4 Radios In Motion (Remastered)
5 Let's Have Fun ('White Music' Out-Take)
6 Fireball XL5/Fireball Dub ('White Music' Out-Take)
7 Heatwave MKII Deluxe ('White Music' Out-Take)
8 This Is Pop? (Single Version) (Remastered)
9 Are You Receiving Me? (Remastered)
10 Things Fall To Bits ('Go 2' Out-Take)
11 Us Being Us ('Go 2' Out-Take)
12 Life Begins At the Hop (First Rehearsal Extract)
13 Life Begins At the Hop (First Recording)
14 Making Plans For Nigel (Swindon Town Hall Demo)
15 Ten Feet Tall (Remastered)
16 Sleepyheads ('Drums and Wires' Out-Take)
17 Meccanik Dancing (Oh We Go!) [Live In Sydney]
18 Into the Atom Age/Hang On To the Night/Neon Shuffle (Medley) [Live In Sydney]
19 Life Begins At the Hop (American Single Recording)
20 Reel By Reel (Single Recording)
21 When You're Near Me I Have Difficulty (Single Recording)
22 Helicopter (Single Recording)
23 Towers of London (Rejected Single Recording)
24 Generals and Majors (Rehearsal Tape)
25 No Language In Our Lungs (Remastered)
26 Sgt Rock (Is Going To Help Me) [Remastered]
27 Paper and Iron (Notes and Coins) [Live At the Lyceum]
28 Crowded Room (Live At the Lyceum)
29 Senses Working Overtime (Early Work Tape)
30 Snowman (Live At the Hammersmith Odeon)
31 Ball and Chain (Single Recording)
32 Punch and Judy (Single Recording)
33 Fly On the Wall (Remastered)
34 Yacht Dance (Live On 'The Old Grey Whistle Test')
35 Jason and the Argonauts (Remastered)
36 Love On a Farmboy's Wages (Home Demo)
37 Wonderland (Home Demo)
38 Ladybird (Remastered)
39 All You Pretty Girls (Home Demo)
40 Wake Up (Home Demo)
41 The Everyday Story of Smalltown (Remastered)
42 Grass (Home Demo)
43 Let's Make a Den (Home Demo) [Remastered]
44 The Meeting Place (Home Demo)
45 Dear God (Band Demo)
46 Brainiac's Daughter (Remastered)
47 Vanishing Girl (Remastered)
48 Terrorism (Home Demo) [Remastered]
49 Find the Fox (Home Demo) [Remastered]
50 Season Cycle (Remastered)
51 The Troubles (Home Demo) [Remastered]
52 Mayor of Simpleton (Early Work Cassette)
53 King For a Day (Home Demo)
54 Chalkhills and Children (Remastered)
55 The Ballad of Peter Pumpkinhead (Early Demo)
56 Omnibus (Remastered)
57 The Disappointed (Home Demo)
58 Bungalow (Remastered)
59 Didn't Hurt a Bit ('Nonsuch' Out-Take)
60 Books Are Burning (Live On 'The Late Show')
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