Violins - The Line lyrics

Poor old Paul Never gave the O'Connors grandchildren An only child with his eye on the end of the line The hell he raised was family And a happy little family at that At the bottom of an old six-flat In the garden apartment with the calico cat Share his bed You could want no more deeply to know him The love he gives will seek no redress or return Claim no rights to satellites The earth is not revolving around anyone anyway You can hide, but you can't run I know your kind, I know it's fun You only come out of your cave To chase the dreams you type On your tentative gravestone Save the homepage of the brave For the screen or the stage and ask your age Out of the airlock and onto the sidewalk Fuss with the padlock and into the hemlock And out of the headlock In love with the long walk