Genesis - Blood on the Rooftops Lyrics

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Blood on the Rooftops

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What Are The Lyrics For Blood on the Rooftops By Genesis?
Dark and grey, an English film, the Wednesday Play
We always watch the Queen on Christmas Day Won't you stay? Though your eyes see shipwrecked sailors you're still dry The outlook's fine though Wales might have some rain Saved again Let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea) Arabs and Jews boy (too much for me) They get me confused boy (puts me off to sleep) And the thing I hate, oh Lord Is staying up late, to watch some debate, on some nation's fate Hypnotized by Batman, Tarzan, still surprised You've won the West in time to be our guest Name your prize Drop of wine, a glass of beer dear what's the time? The grime on the Tyne is mine all mine all mine Five past nine Blood on the rooftops, Venice in the Spring The Streets of San Francisco, a word from Peking The trouble was started by a young Errol Flynn Better in my day, oh Lord For when we got bored, we'd have a World War, happy but poor So let's skip the news boy (I'll go and make some tea) Blood on the rooftops (too much for me) When old Mother Goose stops and they're out for 23 Then the rain at Lords stopped play Seems Helen of Troy has found a new face again |
Who Wrote Blood on the Rooftops By Genesis?
Phillip David Charles Collins, Stephen Richard Hackett
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What's The Duration Of The Blood on the Rooftops By Genesis?The duration of Blood on the Rooftops is 5:27 minutes and seconds. |
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