English House lyrics

Go with your two feet bare

down through the cold lane there, to Brighton.

A country house, a liar and a louse live there.

Go with your arms held wide,

happiness in your eyes, convincing.

And stay the night, turn out of the light you see

and lay them down, buried in the ground for me.

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love.

Whoa, my love, whoa, my love.

Whoa...

The tongues of the creatures wait,

drawn to the fragile legs you walk on.

A cold wind blows Brighton to the coast for me.

A cold wind blows Brighton to the coast for me.

Whoa, my love, oh, my love.

Whoa, my love, oh, my love.

Whoa, my love, oh, my love.

Whoa, my love, oh, my love.

Whoa...