john wesley harding – the bedroom you grew up in lyrics
the bedroom you grew up in lyrics
i didn’t want to be in
the bedroom you grew up in
the room that you were sent to
and occasionally shut in
but that’s where i was put
a prisoner inside
and that is where i slept
that night
posters on the wall of
the bedroom you grew up in
some novels by franz kafka
and a painting of a coffin
and that is where i browsed
your bookshelves and lps
and found some that had
belonged to me
and your father wanted to talk about your will
and that was chilling
he asked for my opinion
i was unwilling
we watched videos of the news
and motives were confused
in that small sitting room
and so i packed my bags and left
the bedroom you grew up in
with one glance at the photos
a diploma and a cup
from which the two of us drank champagne
before we both threw up
and you slept with my old girlfriend
and now your father’s gone
and someone sold your home
another boy is growing up there
maybe buying records, getting stoned
don’t tell him that he’s making
a museum of memories
none of them belong
to you and me
don’t tell him that he’s making
a museum of memories
and never make me go back
never make me go back please
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