Middle Of The Hill Lyrics - Singles - Josh Pyke

When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill 

Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle 

And I still remember where I cracked my head 

In the vacant lot, there's a row of tiny houses there now 

And we used to light fires in the gutters 

And I could cool my head on the concrete steps 

But the girl down the street hit my sister on the head 

With a stick and we hid behind my father 

As he knocked on the parents' door 

To tell the them what she did 

But the parents were drunk so they really didn't give a shit 

And the girl down the street said a dog couldn't bark 

'Cause a man with an axe cut its voicebox out 

But my older sister told me that it prob'ly wasn't true 

And I believe what she said 'cause she took me by the hand 

One time when a coupla men drove down the hill in a white van 

Said there was a phone box filled with money 'round the corner 

And I woulda gone along but she took me by the hand 

To the house in the middle of the hill 

In the middle of the hill, in the middle of the hill 

And my mother knew the words to a lot of different songs 

And we'd always sing the harmonies, yeah we'd sing along 

She had cold, cold hands when the fever hit 

And then the noises that the trains made sounded like people in my head 

And the stories that the ceiling told 

Through the pictures and the grains in the pine-wood boards 

And let me stay outside 'til the sky went red 

And I could cool my head on the concrete steps 

And you could never really see the top from the bottom 

But I don't pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em 

And you could never really see the top from the bottom 

I don't pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em 

I don't pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em 

I don't pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em 

I don't pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em