Nice To Be Out - Stereophonics

He asked me «so where have you been?»

Let me think now let me see.

I was stood

once where Hitler’s feet stood when he made a speech

in Nuremburg in '38 when he tried to build a perfect race, he said «black men ain’t gonna run alongside our perfect sons.»

There’s Dallas to the library, the place they ended Kennedy.

I stood where Oswald took his shot, in my opinion there’s a bigger plot.

Costners back into the left, the picket fence, the

better bet.

Paris came and Summer went, the tunnel’s now

a flower bed.

The famous turf to meet Geoff Hurst, vodka stops

to quench my thirst.

Golden gate stroke Alcatraz, the fat man

failed to get us passed.

Is Jimmy’s corner in Raging Bull,

De Niro’s jokes and bottled pills.

Elvis tales from Mr. Wood.

Would any Richard Burton if you could?

The tourists stare

at tourist stops.

One more picture, one more got.

Now a top up for a change, it makes you think, it makes you sane.

Talking

more about yourself, there’s a mirror to have a check.

Cheques

are always passing through, some depart but a lot come too.

The restaraunt talk of pick your teeth.

You bite your tongue or chew your meat.

Sleep to drink or drink to sleep, one more week

and we will meet.

We talk of what we haven’t done since we departed back a month.

We argue while we have to shout.

All in all, it’s nice to be out