Sackville

You once had a home, a job, a family and pride

But we all have a price we'll pay when things go wrong inside

Don't wear diamonds, and now you don't wear gold

And in the bruises on your face, there's stories to be told

In the shadow of cold stone, freezing to the bone

But you keep a warm fire burning in your soul

'cause you're gonna spend a black night, console a sad man

In a hungry city with a million hungry hearts

When you stand in sackville

It's a different world from the one

You knew where little boys meet little girls

As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor

Where each day has no beginning and no end

There are those out here who claim to be so good

I suspect that jesus holidayed in hell

Oh, what you'd do for a hot drink or a warm coat

Oh, what you'd give for a means to get you outta here

It rains upon your head, lines on your face become

Rivers into which you cry your secret tears, secret tears

Secret tears, secret tears

(when you) when you stand in sackville

(stand in) it's a different world from the one (sackville)

You knew where little boys meet little girls (trembling)

The first night we saw ya, we were laughing at ya

We were hanging on the side of the cortina

Oh yeah, you seemed so strong, stronger than a man could ever be

Laughing with your sisters in the rain

Dancing on a curbstone, when last you saw her

But when the trick goes wrong, there's no one there to help her

There's not a thing that i can do about it

I guess i'll just go home and write a song about it

Song about it, write about it, write about it

(when you) when you stand in sackville

(stand in) it's a different world from the one (sackville)

You knew where little boys meet little girls (trembling)

It's a cold and trembling girl (cold and)

Leans into a strange car (trembling)

Nods unspoken words to an unseen driver sitting there

(girl in sackville)