From the recordings LAST TOMORROW and THE "QUITE A HANDFUL" COMPILATION
Lyrics
LIFE LOOKS AT YOU<br />
<br />
He’s curled and crying in the street;<br />
His world is dying at your feet.<br />
You’re busy buying front row seats,<br />
Busy reclining on silk sheets,<br />
Relying on your tax receipts.<br />
He’s curled and crying in the street.<br />
<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you.<br />
You can’t see the strife<br />
Swirling all around you.<br />
You cheat on your wife;<br />
You say, “What can I do?”<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you.<br />
<br />
Just another bump in the road.<br />
Did it bring a lump to your throat?<br />
Did it jump right up and explode?<br />
Did you pump your pale fist and gloat?<br />
Dump your dreams and let them corrode?<br />
Just another bump in the road.<br />
<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you.<br />
You can’t see the strife<br />
Swirling all around you.<br />
You cheat on your wife;<br />
You say, “What can I do?”<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you.<br />
<br />
Your silence speaks volumes to me;<br />
The stillness shrieks so horribly.<br />
Gray eyes peek out in time to see<br />
Your disguise sneak by so swiftly.<br />
Gray eyes seek and solve mysteries.<br />
Your silence speaks volumes to me.<br />
<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you. <br />
You can’t see the strife<br />
Swirling all around you.<br />
You cheat on your wife;<br />
You say, “What can I do?”<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you.<br />
<br />
Go sing for your last supper there;<br />
Bring the plastic and Tupperware®,<br />
Elastic dolls with pleasure stares.<br />
Call for drastic measures and swear<br />
Some bombastic atomic prayer.<br />
Go sing for your last supper there.<br />
<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you. <br />
You don’t see the strife<br />
Swirling all around you.<br />
You cheat on your wife;<br />
You say, “What can I do.”<br />
You don’t look at life<br />
The way life looks at you. <br />
<br />
Your words have the power<br />
To hunt down and devour,<br />
Defame and deflower,<br />
Make you man of the hour.<br />
You decide it’s now or<br />
Never in the tower,<br />
As you stand and glower, <br />
There comes a spring shower.<br />
Your words have the power.<br />
<br />
Copyright © 2003 Lex Zaleta<br />