Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker & The Figgs
Graham Parker
Graham Parker
Graham Parker
Graham Parker
Graham Parker
Graham Parker
Graham Parker
Took a walk down Hell's pavement
Took a walk down pulled by the tide
I had to make some new arrangement
Oh I thought I'd reach the other side
Then someone opened up their mouth to talk
They said: "You ain't where you think you are
You just landed on the devil's sidewalk"
Had a minor misunderstanding
With a street lamp one night
The smell of burning rubber hit my senses
I thought I'd reach the other side
When someone opened up their mouth to talk
They said: "You ain't where you think you are
You're just stranded on the devil's sidewalk
You're just stranded on the devil's sidewalk"
And it's cold, so cold
And it's cold, so cold
And it's cold, so cold
No-one's got names, under the flames
Everyone screams, hope it's a dream
Nothing makes sense, everything's tense
Wish I could say what it meant
Took a long look down at the mirror
Couldn't see my face at all
Just those straight lines, leading to nowhere
Oh I thought I'd reach the other side
When someone opened up their mouth as if to talk
They said: "You ain't where you think you are
You just landed on the devil's sidewalk
You just landed on the devil's sidewalk"