Viva Lyrics

In the vicious flares

Of the mad young men

In the coated curls

Of the up-faced girls

In the thickening

Of my mother's legs

I see what's to come

Sister walks alone

Through the streets at night

Mother is at home

With the telephone

Brother's never there

In the north somewhere

Chasing up the work

All the boards are up

Houses all for sale

Patterning the street

With the gardens wild

I can't keep the junk

From the door at night

Baby baby pink

Baby baby blue

No one ever said

It would be like this

I don't feel at home

I don't feel at home

I don't feel at home

I am in my tribe

With its dark complaint

That you often hear

On the women's lips

As they lose their grip

Where did we go wrong?

I go to my friends

And we sit in bars

And we talk like girls

Who are making plans

And we talk like girls

Who are making plans

To get out of here

Baby baby pink

Baby baby blue

No one ever said

It would be like this

I don't feel at home

I don't feel at home

I don't feel at home