Browning Road Lyrics

The cats are howling round the dustbins

They're all into that trash

But they're heading to Clubville later

For their PR company bash

The sun is setting on the first act

And I have bought new shoes

And I'm going down to Browning Road

Just to be seen with you

The philosophers are out

On Sartrean sulphate

Say I don't exist

But I'm tune in the spoon

In the June moon

Must be something I missed

They disappear backwards

When they use big words

When the small ones just won't do

And I'm going down to Browning Road

Just to be seen with you

Romantic ain't the word

For what you do to me

Maybe frantic, mantic, transatlantic

Baby, get a message from me

The poets pose in the prosaic

They say everything must rhyme

But down Browning Road

They're all stitched up

Because nothing keeps time

The dealers get up at seven

To push their big deals through

And I'm rocking on down Browning Road

Just to be seen with you

Well, you know that there's trouble

In the fundamental factory

Something's rotting on this estate

We would have done something about it

But when we were born it was much too late

Sick analysts are traveling inwards

Even Jesus has got the blues

So I'm going down to Browning Road

Just to be seen with you

Romantic ain't the word

For what you do to me

Maybe, frantic, semantic, oh transatlantic

Hey, Baby, can't you see

That when the sun hits heavy

On your selfishness

And the light in your heart gets dark

And you're sick of the sight

And the stink and the steam

In this everyday amusement park

Well I'll throw in my hand when I'm on a roll

Pick up my rocking shoes

And then I'll go down to Browning Road

Cos I just wanna be seen with you