Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

It's all I ever wanted 'Cause I (I), know (know) A summertime vacation song And you (you), know (know) Wherever we go you'll be singing along Like na, na na Summer love hanging in the air

It's all your fault Because you were perfect You called me beautiful You turned me out And now I can't turn back But I'm running out of air And it's not fair I hold my breath I conjure up the thought of being gone

It's fighting back them butterflies It's call it in the air, alright Yes sir, we want the ball And it's knocking heads and talking trash It's slinging mud and dirt and grass It's I got your number, I got your back When your back's against the wall You

Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they've all come to meet me Arms reaching, smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home The old hometown looks the same as I step down from

You're fighting me, you knew me, all desires No lock or key can hide the truth you're keeping from me It's a feeling, I don't belong here But a man's on the outside looking in, wondering who's in his old armchair It's a feeling, you never belonged to me

Happy little day, Jimmy went away Met his little Jenny on a public holiday A happy pair they made, so decorously laid 'Neath the gay illuminations all along the promenade "It's so good to know there's still a little magic in the air I'll weave my spell"

I promise this, with every kiss, my heart's in this 'Cause it's not an option, it's not a game As they fall apart (they fall apart) No one compares, it's just not fair To everyone that doesn't have you Guess I'm the lucky one (guess I'm the lucky one)

Sent to kill, to watch no man's land Snipers are moving unseen Fight for land, to lose it again Shrapnel is filling the air Hell on earth, the trenches mean death, better keep your head down low Charge their lines, the ultimate test it's a synchronized

Plaque on the wall says that no one's slept here It's rare to come upon a bridge that has not been around Or been stepped on Whatever the notions we laced in our prayers The man upstairs is used to all of this noise I'm through with screaming And echoes