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Yard Act – Tall Poppies Lyrics

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He was the most handsome in a class of twenty two

And he knew it early on so his confidence kept growing

By thirteen he had been with every girl deemed worth it

To be with in the village, two years either side of his birthday

He played football, boy, could he play

He played every single day and he still does

A scout from Crewe Alexander came to watch him once

And they said that they were gonna be in touch

He was the captain of the team without ever asking to be

And without ever being told that counts for a lot, still, believe it or not

Lo and behold, everyone fell in line behind the hair on his legs and hair on lip

He was the

He could smoke ten a day and still run faster

Than that whippet that could lap the racetrack rabbit

He could dabble in the snow, rubbing shoulders with the rabble

And still never ever touch upon a habit

At age sixteen, he made his choice to stay

And got a job selling houses in the village

Which by now had become such a desirable place to settle down

It was classed not as a village, but instead as a small town

On the sunny, sunny side of the borough

You get two brown bins

Fortunately, despite the influx of newcomers including, for the first time

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A genuine authentic Italian restaurant run by a family of fantastic old school Neapolitans

He was still the best at football, and a most handsome man

Taking solace in that fact as his little world continued to expand

By the time he was twenty, he’d now been with all the girls deemed worth it in the village

Five years either side of his birthday

But it was time to settle down and no kiss had ever felt so electric

As the first he’d ever felt all those years ago

Though she’d never strayed far, hemmed in by his shadow

The torches lining the path of her own dreams had been growing dimmer by the day and so

Faster than a dying star, she cashed in her chips and checked out

Settled for him and subsequently threw all her own ambitions away

A promotion followed, a mortgage, a marriage

A dog and children, a loft conversion

A dead dog, and a second home on the Costa del Sol

In the hopes of stoking the coals of two long lost souls

Which comes first, counselling or keys in the bowl?

Put his own mother in a home


Got made redundant twice, never once was he on the dole

A light head, black spots on his vision, room spinning

Clutching the curtain waving from the window, they thought he was grinning

He was grimacing, begging them to notice him, twitching, notice no one is helping him

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The grandkids waving through the rear windshield

As the big electric gate draws a line in between them

A fine, fine line between benign and malignant

So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment

So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment

So get yourself checked, book yourself an appointment

So get yourself checked, book yourself

The whole village and most of the town came out to mourn his end

A full house, he would’ve been so proud knowing that no one said a bad word about him aloud

He wasn’t perfect, but he was my friend

He wasn’t perfect but he was one of us

He was one of us

A plaque bears his full name on a bench by the water’s edge

The dates he came and went

And a quote about life and death from a song he’d never heard

‘Cause he wasn’t too fond of long songs with lots of words

If I were him, I’d have never left the village either

But I did, and I know full well

That there are more handsome men and better footballers out there in Greater Manchester

They would’ve cut him down to size if they could’ve, but what good would that do?

He bloomed and he grew and grew, and still he was doomed

Same as me, same as you

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Same as everyone I ever knew

You, sometimes still, I think about you

Out there, somewhere, floating in the ether

Born dyed in the wool, never knowing of a belly half full

So many of us just crabs in a barrel

With no feasible means to escape the inevitable cull

There are those that grow thick skins quick for the sake of their sins

And the savvy folk that just keep their mouths shut and take it all on the chin

We collide with each other, we submit, we bare our teeth

Catch fish using giant metal ships and scream with laughter

At 4 AM staggering home down moonlit country lanes

We cry because children are dying across the sea and there is nothing we can do about it

Whilst we benefit from the bombs dropped which we had no part in building

We are sorry, truly we are sorry, we are just trying to get by too


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