Black clouds and a greedy head
I'm aching for a summer I can spend in bed
A day's work is never better spent
When you're all mixed up on a cocaine bend
Never went to church but I learnt to pray on a revolver backyard Saturday
There's no smoke until you feel the heat
Now they've started moving to the disco beat
Dreaming on the floor of a forgotten hall and
Listening to songs of the sirens call
By the time, came around
I was singing for a lover that could not be found
I guess I'll take the next one in line and
Save the Sunday morning for another time
Never went to church but I learnt to pray on a revolver backyard Saturday
Patrick Ryan - Greedy Head Lyrics
Patrick Ryan - Greedy Head Lyrics
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Black clouds and a greedy head
I'm aching for a summer I can spend in bed
A day's work is never better spent
When you're all mixed up on a cocaine bend
Never went to church but I learnt to pray on a revolver backyard Saturday
There's no smoke until you feel the heat
Now they've started moving to the disco beat
Dreaming on the floor of a forgotten hall and
Listening to songs of the sirens call
By the time, came around
I was singing for a lover that could not be found
I guess I'll take the next one in line and
Save the Sunday morning for another time
Never went to church but I learnt to pray on a revolver backyard Saturday
I'm aching for a summer I can spend in bed
A day's work is never better spent
When you're all mixed up on a cocaine bend
Never went to church but I learnt to pray on a revolver backyard Saturday
There's no smoke until you feel the heat
Now they've started moving to the disco beat
Dreaming on the floor of a forgotten hall and
Listening to songs of the sirens call
By the time, came around
I was singing for a lover that could not be found
I guess I'll take the next one in line and
Save the Sunday morning for another time
Never went to church but I learnt to pray on a revolver backyard Saturday
Writer: Patrick Ryan
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