Unpublished Critics (Remastered)

Unpublished Critics -Australian Crawl

I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose

I'm in a overcoarted way

A poet in a garret

You know some people say

Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl

I'm with the other lean and lear

My finger on the pulse

And my hand around a beer

Ah well I don't wanna know

What's going round here

Ah it's just a matter of time

Hold it under light

Ah I've got to get away

To get away to get away

The singer in the band he sweat on a pose

And he's really such a jerk

Thinks he can call me stupid

Because he gets a lot of work

I'm standing in the background

Got my arms on the fold

And every dog's gonna have it's day

The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P A

Ah well I don't wanna know

What's going round here

Ah it's just a matter of time

Hold it under light

Ah I've got to get away

To get away to get away

Well I've been reading those biographies in paperback

I've got a death-wish that I can't explain

I've been working on that petulance

And the urchin took my name

Ah well I don't wanna

Know what's going round here

Ah it's just a matter of time

Hold it under light

Ah I've got to get away

To get away to get away

All you know

I've got to get away

No you know you know you know

No you know

I've got to get away