Nowt Can Compare to Sunderland Fine Fare Me-Lotto
You don't act up too much
Ain't got that glamour touch
You're trifling lazy
Ain't worth a cigarette ash
Look out here mamma
Look out here
You carry me too fast
You're just my good for nothin'
My sweet hunk o' trash
My, my how you sound
You're very short on looks
Dumb, when it comes to books
Look out, baby
Watch it, honey
And you stay full of corn
Just like a succotash
What you want me to do in my idle moments
You're just a good-for-nothin'
But my sweet hunk o' trash
Let me get a word in t
ON THE LEDGE
Stare out my window until the light fades
The darkness overcomes me
Someone is lost, someone is saved
I wonder which one will I be
Searching for something
Just what I'm not sure
Some way to change my life
One thing's for certain
Can't take this anymore
I feel like I'm losing the fight
How long have I lived this way
Alone in the atmosphere
I see you but I'm 10,000 miles a way
Gotta turn it around...I'll be walking tall
I'm gonna try and keep my head
It's along way down...so far to fall
When you're standing on the ledge
A burning heart full of broken dreams
Trapped inside my frozen soul
A desperate man goes to extremes
Before he loses control
Lost my faith in heaven, and my fear of hell
There's no place that I belong
Don't want your pity, save that for yourself
I know what it takes to be strong Me-Lotto