Letra de Middle Of The Hill

When I was a kid I grew up in a house on aHill not the top not the bottom but the middle and IStill remember where I cracked my head in theVacant lot there's a row of tiny houses thereNow and we used to light fires in the gutters andI could cool my head on the concrete steps but theGirl down the street hit my sister on the head with aStick and we hid behind my father as he knocked on herParents' door to tell them what she did but theParents were drunk so they really didn't give a shitGirl down the street said her dog couldn't bark 'cos aMan with an axe cut its voice box out but myOlder sister told me that it prob'ly wasn't true and IBelieved what she said 'cos she took me by the hand oneTime when a coupla men drove down the hill in aWhite van said there was a phone box filled withMoney 'round the corner and I would've gone along but sheTook me by the hand to the house in the middle of theHill the middle of the hill the middle of the HillMother knew the words to a lot of different songs and weAlways sing the harmonies when we'd sing along she hadCool cool hands when the fever hit then theNoises that the trains made sounded like people in myHead and the stories that the ceiling told through thePictures in the grains in the pinewood boards and I couldStay outside till the sky went red and I couldCool my head on the concrete steps and youNever really see the top from the bottom I don'tPay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em you canNever really see the top from the bottom I don'tPay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don'tPay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don'tPay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em (I) don'tPay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don'tPay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em no