South Lyrics

I am surprised to get
A letter from you now
I living miles from you
In the loneliness of south

The people here won't see it
They like to live alone
In the quiet of their evening times
I hear their bed boards moaning

But Franco has a hold on things
And he's not letting go
What the Virgin Mary doesn't see
She doesn't need to know

We find the hole on Centre St.
And I stay home all night
The buzzer hasn't worked in years
Unless you push it right

The sun it doesn't shine here
It tortures hands in time
When there are broken bodies to air
I'm burning all the time

Your family told me that you'd found
A better man than me
I hope you'll be allowed to laugh
In polite company