Advice from a Vicar (Live)
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๐ Lyrics
Twisted elm all around a caravan
Spring is slowly breaking winter's curse
Swollen knuckles screaming with arthritis
Snatching at a promissory purse
You could pry yourself from the vice grips
Pull off your bloomers and swim
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
Back straight, stroll into a parlour
Shaking like a needle on a pine.
Hide the dirt that's caked under your fingernails
Place a bet, pass away the time
Saving all your silver for the Sabbath
You could be an evangelical's wife
Never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes wide for the rip in the tide
No, no never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes on the rip in the tide
Smoke rising up from the glassworks
Cutting thru the blue hours of the morn
All your insides fell all to pieces
Tucked inside your skirts away from harm
Stash all your hope inside a bottle
Now, throw it to the sea and watch it sink
You'd be better off without those dreams about tomorrow
Chance is often kinder than you think
Or you could see out the evening's offer
Just give into your urge to turn and run
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
Spring is slowly breaking winter's curse
Swollen knuckles screaming with arthritis
Snatching at a promissory purse
You could pry yourself from the vice grips
Pull off your bloomers and swim
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
Back straight, stroll into a parlour
Shaking like a needle on a pine.
Hide the dirt that's caked under your fingernails
Place a bet, pass away the time
Saving all your silver for the Sabbath
You could be an evangelical's wife
Never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes wide for the rip in the tide
No, no never trust a man with his back in the corner
Keep your eyes on the rip in the tide
Smoke rising up from the glassworks
Cutting thru the blue hours of the morn
All your insides fell all to pieces
Tucked inside your skirts away from harm
Stash all your hope inside a bottle
Now, throw it to the sea and watch it sink
You'd be better off without those dreams about tomorrow
Chance is often kinder than you think
Or you could see out the evening's offer
Just give into your urge to turn and run
You could take your advice from a vicar
Or marry the man twice
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:24.04] Twisted elm all around a caravan
[00:32.50] Spring is slowly breaking winter's curse
[00:37.59] Swollen knuckles screaming with arthritis
[00:42.55] Snatching at a promissory purse
[00:47.54] You could pry yourself from the vice grips
[00:52.91] Pull off your bloomers and swim
[00:57.63] You could take your advice from a vicar
[01:02.96] Or marry the man twice
[01:20.05] Back straight, stroll into a parlour
[01:38.05] Shaking like a needle on a pine.
[01:43.20] Hide the dirt that's caked under your fingernails
[01:48.66] Place a bet, pass away the time
[01:52.70] Saving all your silver for the Sabbath
[01:58.09] You could be an evangelical's wife
[02:03.56] Never trust a man with his back in the corner
[02:08.68] Keep your eyes wide for the rip in the tide
[02:13.07] No, no never trust a man with his back in the corner
[02:18.52] Keep your eyes on the rip in the tide
[02:45.02] Smoke rising up from the glassworks
[02:53.37] Cutting thru the blue hours of the morn
[02:58.66] All your insides fell all to pieces
[03:03.34] Tucked inside your skirts away from harm
[03:08.76] Stash all your hope inside a bottle
[03:13.21] Now, throw it to the sea and watch it sink
[03:18.16] You'd be better off without those dreams about tomorrow
[03:23.88] Chance is often kinder than you think
[03:28.06] Or you could see out the evening's offer
[03:33.05] Just give into your urge to turn and run
[03:38.33] You could take your advice from a vicar
[03:43.24] Or marry the man twice
[04:07.40]
[00:32.50] Spring is slowly breaking winter's curse
[00:37.59] Swollen knuckles screaming with arthritis
[00:42.55] Snatching at a promissory purse
[00:47.54] You could pry yourself from the vice grips
[00:52.91] Pull off your bloomers and swim
[00:57.63] You could take your advice from a vicar
[01:02.96] Or marry the man twice
[01:20.05] Back straight, stroll into a parlour
[01:38.05] Shaking like a needle on a pine.
[01:43.20] Hide the dirt that's caked under your fingernails
[01:48.66] Place a bet, pass away the time
[01:52.70] Saving all your silver for the Sabbath
[01:58.09] You could be an evangelical's wife
[02:03.56] Never trust a man with his back in the corner
[02:08.68] Keep your eyes wide for the rip in the tide
[02:13.07] No, no never trust a man with his back in the corner
[02:18.52] Keep your eyes on the rip in the tide
[02:45.02] Smoke rising up from the glassworks
[02:53.37] Cutting thru the blue hours of the morn
[02:58.66] All your insides fell all to pieces
[03:03.34] Tucked inside your skirts away from harm
[03:08.76] Stash all your hope inside a bottle
[03:13.21] Now, throw it to the sea and watch it sink
[03:18.16] You'd be better off without those dreams about tomorrow
[03:23.88] Chance is often kinder than you think
[03:28.06] Or you could see out the evening's offer
[03:33.05] Just give into your urge to turn and run
[03:38.33] You could take your advice from a vicar
[03:43.24] Or marry the man twice
[04:07.40]