Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
The mad kid walked left-side south-side towards me
He was about seven
His mother was a cleaning lady
She had a large black dog
And the mad kid said
"Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead"
I'd just walked past the alcoholics' dry-out house
The lawn was littered with cans of Barbican
There was a feminist's Austin Maxi parked outside
With anti-nicotine anti-nuclear stickers on the side
On the inside and they didn't even smoke
Anyway two weeks before the mad kid had said to me
"I'll take both of you on,
I'll take both of you on"
And then he seemed the young one
He had a parka on and a black cardboard Archbishop's hat
With a green-fuzz skull and crossbones
He'd just got back from the backward kids' party
Anyway then he seemed the young one
But now he looked like the victim of a pogrom
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
The Fiery Furnaces - Winter Lyrics
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Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
The mad kid walked left-side south-side towards me
He was about seven
His mother was a cleaning lady
She had a large black dog
And the mad kid said
"Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead"
I'd just walked past the alcoholics' dry-out house
The lawn was littered with cans of Barbican
There was a feminist's Austin Maxi parked outside
With anti-nicotine anti-nuclear stickers on the side
On the inside and they didn't even smoke
Anyway two weeks before the mad kid had said to me
"I'll take both of you on,
I'll take both of you on"
And then he seemed the young one
He had a parka on and a black cardboard Archbishop's hat
With a green-fuzz skull and crossbones
He'd just got back from the backward kids' party
Anyway then he seemed the young one
But now he looked like the victim of a pogrom
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
The mad kid walked left-side south-side towards me
He was about seven
His mother was a cleaning lady
She had a large black dog
And the mad kid said
"Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead
Gimme the lead"
I'd just walked past the alcoholics' dry-out house
The lawn was littered with cans of Barbican
There was a feminist's Austin Maxi parked outside
With anti-nicotine anti-nuclear stickers on the side
On the inside and they didn't even smoke
Anyway two weeks before the mad kid had said to me
"I'll take both of you on,
I'll take both of you on"
And then he seemed the young one
He had a parka on and a black cardboard Archbishop's hat
With a green-fuzz skull and crossbones
He'd just got back from the backward kids' party
Anyway then he seemed the young one
But now he looked like the victim of a pogrom
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Entrances uncovered
Street signs you never saw
All entrances delivered
Courtesy winter
Writer: VINCENT CRANE
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, CARLIN AMERICA INC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, CARLIN AMERICA INC, Universal Music Publishing Group