Kevin Coyne House on the Hill

Well I'm going to the house upon the hill,The place where they give you pillsThe rooms are always chilled,They're never cosyWhere they give three suits a yearAnd at Christmas time a bottle of beerAnd at Easter time the mayor comes round,He's always smilingWhere the old ladies sit by the garden wallAnd they never hear the bluebird callNever notice the leaves that fall cause they're all crazyWhere the red bus stands by the great big gateThe red bus that's always late,You know why it's always lateCause it's always emptyChorus (G A# C/ G A# D C):Funny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny that's it's making me cryFunny, funny, funny, funny, oh so funny Lord, sometimes I wish I could die.Verse (F C Am C):Now this pagan life is getting me down, my brow is filled with a furl and a frownMy eyelids lower as low as can be but I'm not sleepingI wander round that Brixton Square with the bottles strewn everywhereUnder tables and under chairs and they're all brokenWhere the big red face of the man on the beat Says Hey, have you had someting to eat?Thrusts out his yellow teeth, they're all for bitingWhere I don't have a cent and I don't know how I'll pay the rentI think I'll turn bent and make some moneyChorus (G A# C/ G A# D C)Verse (F C Am C):So if you know a way I can go from out of this show you knowYou could give me a golden glow but you're not tryingYou'd never lift a regular hand, you call me a lazy manWho on earth will ever understand I'm really tryingSo I'm going to the house upon the hill, the place where they give you pillsAnd where the doctors they don't kill cause they're so friendlyWhere the red bus stands by the great big gateThe red bus and it's always late, you know why it's always lateBecause it's always emptyChorus (G A# C/ G A# D C)