paroles de chanson Four Walls, Washbasin, Double Bed (Live At the Wireless) - Cold Chisel

Well, there's some guy selling Femfresh
In the breaks between the news
And the traffic noise, it builds up
Like shit around my shoes
And the immediate surroundings
Are bound to fuck my head
Four walls, wash basin, double bed

Well, if I had myself some money
I could go and buy some clothes
I could buy some booze and hang around
Some lucky kind of girl
But the immediate surroundings
Would be bound to fuck her head
Four walls, wash basin, double bed

Well, I've tried recycling chewing gum
I've tried planning perfect crimes
I'll flap my railway ticket baby, baby, baby
More than 30,000 times
And immediate surroundings
I lash 'round in my head
Four walls, wash basin, double bed
That's all this ever seems to be

Well, I could take 100 mandrakes
And test the hand of doom
But a downer, anywhere else
Would be an upper in this room
And the immediate surroundings
I lash 'round in my head
Four walls, wash basin, double bed

Well, Lord I ain't complaining
Your creation's pretty sound
It's just the 12 feet straight beneath this ceiling gets me down
And I feel so lost, I don't know
Where my ass is from my head
Four walls, wash basin, double bed
Four walls, wash basin, double bed

Thank you
Okay, we're gonna slow things down a little here
Here's a song that features Ian
That's the, the young boy on the guitar here
(16) 16, never been kissed, goin' on 55