to afternoons Where nothing matters at all See the rubber gloves inflating Poking out of the wall That's the beauty of Earl's court Earl's court, Earl's court, Earl's court, Earl's court Earl's court, Earl's court, Earl's court, Earl's court
I've got to find another home I've got to find another home And 'til morning comes I wake in bed Look to see that I'm not dead
Start out young and beautiful End up old and diseased They can gauge your real age You're full of rings like a tree