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Belle & SebastianThe Boy With The Arab Strap

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
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 gett
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 noises distractions
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 from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap

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

central location for you is a
must as you stagger about making
free with your lewd and
lascivious boasts

We know you are soft
cause we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard
cause we all saw 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

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
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 gett
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 noises distractions
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 from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap

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

central location for you is a
must as you stagger about making
free with your lewd and
lascivious boasts

We know you are soft
cause we've all seen you dancing
We know you are hard
cause we all saw 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

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