When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a hill Not the top, not the bottom, but the middle And i still remember where I cracked my head In the vacant lot, there's a row of tiny houses there now And we used to light fires in the gutters And I could cool my head on the concrete steps But the girl down the street hit my sister on the head With a stick and we hid behind my father As he knocked on the parents' door To tell the them what she did But the parents were drunk so they really didn't give a shit
And the girl down the street said a dog couldn't bark 'Cause a man with an axe cut its voicebox out But my older sister told me that it prob'ly wasn't true And I believe what she said 'cause she took me by the hand One time when a coupla men drove down the hill in a white van Said there was a phone box filled with money 'round the corner And I woulda gone along but she took me by the hand To the house in the middle of the hill In the middle of the hill, in the middle of the hill
And my mother knew the words to a lot of different songs And we'd always sing the harmonies, yeah we'd sing along She had cold, cold hands when the fever hit And then the noises that the trains made sounded like people in my head And the stories that the ceiling told Through the pictures and the grains in the pine-wood boards And let me stay outside 'til the sky went red And I could cool my head on the concrete steps And you could never really see the top from the bottom But I don't pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em And you could never really see the top from the bottom
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