Unpublished Critics Lyrics - Australian Crawl

I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose 

I'm in a overcoated way 

A poet in a garret 

You know what people say 

Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl 

I'm with the other lean and lear 

My finger on the pulse 

And my hand around a beer 

Ah, Ahh, well I don't wanna know what's going round here 

Ah, Ahh, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light 

Ah, Ahh, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away 

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The singer in the band, he sweat on a pose 

And he's really such a jerk 

Thinks he can call me stupid 

Because he gets a lot of work 

I'm standing in the background, got my arms on the fold 

And every dog's gonna have it's day 

The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A. 

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Well, I've been reading those biographies in paperback 

I've got a death-wish that I can't explain 

I've been working on that petulance 

And the urchin took my name 

Ah, Ahh, well I don't wanna know what's going round here 

Ah, Ahh, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light 

Ah, Ahh, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away