Middle Of The Hill

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 her

Parents' door to tell them what she did but the

Parents were drunk so they really didn't give a shit

Girl down the street said her dog couldn't bark 'cos a

Man with an axe cut its voice box out but my

Older sister told me that it prob'ly wasn't true and I

Believed what she said 'cos 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 would've gone along but she

Took me by the hand to the house in the middle of the

Hill the middle of the hill the middle of the Hill

Mother knew the words to a lot of different songs and we

Always sing the harmonies when we'd sing along she had

Cool cool hands when the fever hit then the

Noises that the trains made sounded like people in my

Head and the stories that the ceiling told through the

Pictures in the grains in the pinewood boards and I could

Stay outside till the sky went red and I could

Cool my head on the concrete steps and you

Never really see the top from the bottom I don't

Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em you can

Never really see the top from the bottom I don't

Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't

Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't

Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em (I) don't

Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't

Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em no