Hockney Lyrics - Singles - Polock

We're tired from waiting for a chance 

Standing there with nothing new 

These things are tearing up your mind oh no 

They choose the same mediocre ideas 

Kind ladies with expensive coaches 

Lost their way 

Singing until setting sun 

Where do you belong? 

Keep asking for more oh girl 

Are they cruel or dumb? 

A hit from above goes off 

The chess board tells you that you won 

So make a wish and break a stone 

We worked so hard to see it grow countdown 

Those days are gone 

You're sitting next to pretty girls 

And think they need to learn some manners 

Close enough 

Take another plastic bow 

Where do you belong? 

Keep asking for more oh no 

Are they cruel or dumb? 

A hit from above goes off