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Lloyd Cole – The English Weather lyrics
If I was was younger then I'd try
To be a decent kind of gentleman,
But what the hell.
I failed and never turned around.
Now look at me,
I'm halfway underground.
Hello Satan, goodbye world.
I blame the English weather,
Sick and tired of English forever.
Honey, I love the Christian life,
Jesus knows how I have tried,
But what the hell.
So if my bride seems somewhat low,
It's just my hairline that's receding now.
Hello Satan,
Goodbye girl.
I blame the English weather,
Or else swear I'd surely be a saint by now.
Goodbye baby,
Hello Heaven.
I blame the English weather,
Curse and swear the English forever.
Handcuff me to the forepost.
Bury me deep in virgin soil.
Descants the last will and testimony,
Man was all an Englishman alone.
There must be more to life than this,
Wine, women, love and happiness,
What the hell.
My green card never changed me,
Plato's Retreat only depresses me.
Hello Satan,
Goodbye girl.
I blame the English weather,
Sick and tired of English forever and ever.
Goodbye baby,
Oh still I remain your faithful servant
Forever and for always, always innocent.
To be a decent kind of gentleman,
But what the hell.
I failed and never turned around.
Now look at me,
I'm halfway underground.
Hello Satan, goodbye world.
I blame the English weather,
Sick and tired of English forever.
Honey, I love the Christian life,
Jesus knows how I have tried,
But what the hell.
So if my bride seems somewhat low,
It's just my hairline that's receding now.
Hello Satan,
Goodbye girl.
I blame the English weather,
Or else swear I'd surely be a saint by now.
Goodbye baby,
Hello Heaven.
I blame the English weather,
Curse and swear the English forever.
Handcuff me to the forepost.
Bury me deep in virgin soil.
Descants the last will and testimony,
Man was all an Englishman alone.
There must be more to life than this,
Wine, women, love and happiness,
What the hell.
My green card never changed me,
Plato's Retreat only depresses me.
Hello Satan,
Goodbye girl.
I blame the English weather,
Sick and tired of English forever and ever.
Goodbye baby,
Oh still I remain your faithful servant
Forever and for always, always innocent.
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