Pushchair
by:
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
