Road To Birmingham Lyrics

Mott The Hoople

Non-album songs

Lyrics to Road To Birmingham
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Road To BirminghamHis feet lay heavy on the road that led to BirminghamUnseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men.Many hears, the helpless tears that leave the troubled browA man once tall, he fought them, but he is older now.For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the gameSome men are Kings, some men are rook, some men are pawns to blameBut if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden inThe minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never winBirmingham, Birmingham, underneath your faceThere's nothing but a space - you're hollow.Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weakAnd homes iwth windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speakHis mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before his feetAnd thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the streetGoodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry againYou'll never have to smile away the bastards and the painIs it too late, or can you wait to take another turnAnd walk together down that road that leads to BirminghamBirmingham, Birmingham, underneath your faceThere's nothing but a space - inside you.Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your faceThere's nothing but a space - you're hollow.




Songwriters: IAN HUNTER
Publisher: Lyrics © BUG MUSIC
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