Текст песни Stars on Sunday - The All Seeing I

How can a child grow up to be straight and tall
In this poor imitation of life?
Oh, it's no good at all
No Christmas illuminations
Dance in their eyes
They were sold off to Patnicks
Oh, what a surprise
Gaze into the sky
Maybe we can get there one day
Meanwhile we spend our time
Watching Stars on Sunday
Sing hallelujah for the old folks
Balling the jack in a granny flat
Singing the songs that they used to sing
But where is the sense in that?
The chicken has flown the basket
And is now cooped up indoors
Someone is crying deep in the night
Just what are we living for?
Gaze into the sky
Maybe we can get there one day
Meanwhile we spend our time
Watching Stars on Sunday
Watching Stars on Sunday
Watching Stars
Watching Stars on Sunday
Ba de ba ba be-ba-de ba ...