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Put A Penny In The Slot Lyrics

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Fionn Regan : Put A Penny In The Slot Lyrics

Songwriters: Regan, Fionn;

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I apologize, seem to have arrived
Home with items in my bag from your house
There's cutlery, a tablecloth, some Hennessey
And a book on presidents deceased

I'll have them Fed-exed to you, it was a strange thing to do
I hope we can still be friends
Ah, it was not me but someone else, you see
Twisting the steering reins

Put a penny in the slot
And make an artificial light shine
Leave, go, my golden arm

I don't give advice but be wise and think twice
Before getting involved in a game
Where the minority face the majority
You are faceless and born without name

Was it knock, synch when we came across three men?
They had church candles wrapped in newspaper
I bought two from them and I lit one for you
I hope the message made its way down the wire

Put a penny in the slot
And make an artificial light shine
Leave, go, my golden arm

The soul of a dog, he's alive and not gone
To the farm like the others said
A Rhodesian Ridgeback off the beaten track
In a furniture shop down on the quays

For the loneliness you foster I suggest Paul Auster
A book called ?Timbuktu?

Put a penny in the slot
And watch the drunken sailor boy dance

She will not let you be her lover
She goes out looking for the taxi
Her phone is ringing straight to message-minder
Send out a battalion to find her

Put a penny in the slot
And count the swans through a telescope
I can't help from cryin', I wish you were mine

When I was seventeen I followed my dream
Up into a high-rise block
?The Adventures Of Augie March? by Saul Below
Was all I had for company

At night time I'd lie in Buckingham Park
With tears like flashbulbs
And recall my treasure-searching days
In the rock coves as a kid

To the remains of the cherub plains
Or around the bonfire in Nailers Cove
Good company and grief sit like a dark leaf
Sits beside a stinging nettle

Put a penny in the slot
And make an artificial light shine
Leave, go, my golden arm