James Reyne - Hangman's Wages Lyrics

Sitting like a hermit at the top of the stairs
Real chart action, pinewood chairs
This ain't Hollywood
You know it never could be

You wish that you were where you were and how
When you wanted to be where you should've been now
This ain't Beacon City
You know it never could be

I'd really love to turn you on

And everybody is broken anyway
And everybody is chokin' on a Hangman's wage

Well that's a sweet success story that you've got there
As sweet as sugar
And as light as air
This ain't Bayside City
Well you could've fooled me

I'd really love to turn you on
I'd really love to turn you on

And everybody is broken anyway
And everybody is chokin' on a Hangman's wage

Full-time Bayside dandy
Your new building built with your new candy
That's a lot of new candy
And it attracts a lot of crazy people

I'd really love to turn you on
I'd really love to turn you on

And everybody is broken anyway
And everybody is chokin' on a Hangman's wage

And every body is chokin'
And everybody is broken