Pushchair - Witness (UK)
A man with a pushchair through a walking frame there was more than I could ever take about pain so he walks the streets and he doesn't even know my name I'm going bad again I'm going bad again I've got a life affirming wish to blame I've got a pre-test scrambled mess in my head for a brain and every mistake I make, I make it again and every message I send condemns ,every message I send ends A woman in the garden older than I'll ever be She's got a open heart even for the likes of me She's got a God for a goal and a cat for a family I wanna see what she sees I wanna see what she sees I've got a life affirming wish to blame I've got a pre-test scrambled mess in my head for a brain and every mistake I make, I make it again and every message I send condemns, every message I send ends And the indecipherable singing outside in the street at 5am it is the sound of a voice with far less choice than me again I would invite them in but I don't know where they've been and my policy is I don't open my door for strangers, don't open my door for strangers the man with a pushchair through a walking frame he should sit in the seat and take the weight of his feet for a change he could admire the view while he thought of what to do and he could congratulate himself on a deed well done on a deed well done on a deed well done You've all been done I've got a life affirming wish to blame I've got a pre-test scrambled mess in my head for a brain and every mistake I make, I make it again and every message I send condemns, every message I send ends
Artist: Witness (UK)
Title: Pushchair