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BELLE and SEBASTIAN lyrics : "The Boy With The Arab Strap"

A mile and a half on a bus takes a long time
The odour of old prison food takes a long time to pass you by
When you've been inside

Day upon day of this wandering gets you down
Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town


Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
Squalor and smoke's not your style
"I don't like this place"

We better go
Then I compare notes with your older sister
I am a lazy gett, she is as pure as the cold driven snow

She accepts my confession

What did you learn from your time in the solitary

Cell of your mind?
There was noises, distractions from anything good
And the old prison food

Colour my life with the chaos of trouble
Cause anything's better than posh isolation
1 missed the bus

You were laid on your back
With the boy from the arab strap
With the boy from the arab strap


It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there $$#embled

Do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Everyone suffers in silence a burden
The man who drives minicabs down in Old Compton

The Asian man
With his love hate affair
With his racist clientele


A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free with your lewd and lascivious boasts
We know you are soft cause we've all seen you dancing

We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
You're the boy with the filthy laugh

You're the boy with the arab strap

Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop

Comic celebrity takes a back seat as the cigarette catches
And sets off the smoke alarm
What do you make of the cool set in London?

You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
She's a waitress and she's got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

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