Sorry Hills - The Cactus Channel, Sam Cromack

The word that lights the sign: doubt

The fool who cuts the core out

I try to get away with

I try to just get on with it

The word that lights the sign now

A sacred kinda high brow

I try get away with it

And arson for a neighbour

Cos you can view the paintings

But never step inside them

I try to keep my head high

My fingers on the frame

I walk the sorry hills alone

With a monkey on my shoulder

He’s in his side-cart

He’s on the bed spread

Will i ever live it down

I walk the sorry hills alone

I take him everywhere i go

The truth smells horrific

You dodge it and you miss it

I try to get a grasp on my life

The green the back stairs

The word that lights the sign: doubt

The fool who cuts the core out

I try to get away with

I try to just get on with it

Slowly up the side street

The biggest weight’s behind me

A show before my shin bone

I shoulda known

I walk the sorry hills alone

With a monkey on my shoulder

He’s in his side-cart

He’s on the bed spread

Will i ever live it down

I walk the sorry hills alone

I take him everywhere i go

I walk the sorry hills alone

With a monkey on my shoulder

He’s in his side-cart

He’s on the bed spread

Will i ever live it down

I walk the sorry hills alone

I take him everywhere i go

I take him everywhere i go

Will i ever live it down

I walk the sorry hills alone

With a monkey on my shoulder

He’s in his side-cart

He’s on the bed spread

He’s in the tool shed

He’s on the ice rink

He’s in the smokers section at the local

And he won’t leave