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skyscraper stan - last year's tune lyrics

the moneybook jockey is scuffing his shoes
along bricks laid long ago
by a man with desperate working hands
that he could never know
he’s lived long enough to know by now
that a mossy stone will never roll
picking all of those little stones
off his muddy sole
and i stop drinking suddenly
to wipe my thoughtless brow
he once dreamed of being great
but he wouldn’t tell you now

inside under neon by a tab screen
some old washed up scarecrow has stories to tell
of trying to chase some impossible drеam
he dropped down the slots at thе grandview hotel
with a head full of carlton and a soft pack of reds
he’ll drag himself to his bitumen bed
but i have no desire to sit
and watch a grown man cry
his worries all take center stage
and i’m just passing by

and my mind is on the ashtray
my cold unsteady hands
are clumsy, unfolding
my convoluted plans
when compassion is by commission
when your paid for being kind
i hold my head to keep in
my military state of mind
so i sit tight, now i’m hoping
that my muse will be here soon
but this sunrise has a shady side
and i’m whistling last year’s tune
yes my mind is on the ashtray
and i’m whistling last year’s tune

- skyscraper stan lyrics

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