Belle & Sebastian - The Boy with the Arab Strap текст песни

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time.
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by.
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down,
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town.

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway.
Squalor and smoke's not your style ?
"I don't like this place." ?
We better go.
Then I compare notes with your older sister:
I am a lazy git, she is as pure as the cold driven snow.

What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Cell of your mind?
There was noise, the distraction from anything good,
And the old prison food.
Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
'Cause anything's better than posh isolation.
I missed the bus.
You were laid on your back
With the boy with the Arab strap.
With the boy from the Arab strap.

It's something, to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled.
Do you ever feel you have gone too far?

Everyone suffers in silence a burden.
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton ?
The Asian man
With his love-hate affair
With his racist clientele.

A central location for you is a must, as you stagger about
Making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts.
We all know you're soft 'cause we've all seen you dancing.
We all know you're hard 'cause we've all seen you drinking from noon
Until noon again.
You're the boy with the filthy laugh.
You're the boy with the Arab strap.

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop;
Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches,
And sets off the smoke alarm.

What do you make of the cool set in London?
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks.
She's a waitress and she's got style.