Bulls lyrics
by Erin Rae
Thieves on the promenade
Down on the disco floor
Drink deep the bitter tea
I'm sleepin' through the war
[Chorus]
Cash in the broken hands
Pockets seen better scores
I built a house like this
I'm sleepin' through the war
I'm married to my boredom
No man afraid of gore
I'm drivin' 'round my worry
I'm sleepin' through the war
[Chorus]
Cash in the broken hands
Pockets seen better scores
I built a house like this
I'm sleepin' through the war
Bull on the back of the bus
Hands on the bench
Open the back of the bus
Hands on the bench