Belle & Sebastian

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 youve 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 smokes not your style
I dont 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 anythings 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
Its something to speak of the way you are feeling
To crowds there assembled
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 weve all seen you dancing
We know you are hard cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Until noon again
Youre the boy with the filthy laugh
Youre 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?
Youre constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks
Shes a waitress and shes got style
Sunday bathtime could take a while

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