Hooligansville Lyrics - Thea Gilmore

The moon is pulling faces 

The clouds are on the rise 

The night blinks away a few more stars 

And rubs its tired eyes 

Theres a ticking of a clock, boys 

Theres one more hour to kill 

See, theres a warrant out for the pasts arrest 

Down in Hooligansville 

And theyve been building their little box homes 

Paving the earth with black 

And rhapsodising innocence 

Its never coming back 

Its a faded invitation 

On a peeling window-sill 

Theres always someone else to take the blame 

Down in Hooligansville 

Theres a lot of broken swings 

A lot of junk too 

A lot of reckoning 

Left to do 

When youre falling 

You all fall so far 

Cause no amount of wishing 

Can get you out of where you are 

Theyve got angels in the doorways 

Shakin empty cups 

All the fairy stories they still tell 

Will never be enough 

And there is evidence of dreams 

And the wishes that they spill 

But theyll leave them there to stain the streets 

Down in Hooligansville