The Tipu House

歌詞

In the tipu house, live all kinds of people Old ladies up the back stairs, young lives dreamt away Their useless husbands drink through the long hot evening Maybe I could be one, with some practice and a prayer All God's children play in that toxic city garden Stealing from their brethren a saucy view or more Of domestic incidents and guilty copulation The day of books and roses shown firmly to the door In the tipu house, you feel for your neighbour Trade rice and greasy vegetables, shoulders on which to cry You don't feel so good about them quite all of the time And someone has to fix the plumbing, or at least give it a try All God's children play in that toxic city garden Stealing from their brethren a saucy view or more Of domestic incidents and guilty copulation The day of books and roses shown firmly to the door In the tipu house, there's a quiet insistent babble Marital possibilities, grow fecund in the air Secret forbidden dowries for joining better families Whispered promises in the hubbub of the market square All God's children play in that toxic city garden Stealing from their brethren a saucy view or more Of domestic incidents and guilty copulation The day of books and roses shown firmly to the door In the tipu house, there are forever changes Young gladiators, nourished by the football terrace beat Aspire to vie in the moneylenders' temples of Madrid Dream hungry dreams in smooth Brioni, turning up the heat