German Green

The day was a German green with a dash of stupid blue
You knew where I'd be and I had to look at you
A day just as young as a Brighton mother
The telephone rang but you didn't bother
After short years, I've stopped combing about
I've scooped your fears and NYC-ed you out
You didn't not know but still you burst
Don't let your love go to Bensonhurst
Don't worry I'm as cool as Spanish whiskey ice
I'm going to Liverpool to live another life
Every time between Leeds and Sheffield
I count my deeds, and the dead killed