Lyrics The Adverts

The Adverts

My Place

Someone must've spewed me up

I'll lie in the street 'til the sun comes up

When I've come to my senses again

I'll survey the waste

Here it is, all around in my place

My place; here it is; my place

From writers to scientists

It's all the same, the facts to twist

I've been hit by passing fists

Well, this is where I'll stay

Here it is, all around in my place

My place; here it is; my place

Throw the shroud on modern times

Touch my lips with spiced wine

on the ropes, I live on hope of better days

Here it is, all around in my place

My place; here it is; my place

Here it is; my place; here it is; my place

You'll never let me forget that I

I'm stayin here in my place