I've got the same Kandinsky prints that my brother's got,
With the same black frames, like he bought
In between them, on the wall is something my girlfriend calls trashy
Brownie and the Boo-man got that for me
On the wall facing us is a balck-and-white of all of us back in Brighton,
I remember it like today, but the sun has made it fade
Still, I know you know where England is
* And I know this ain't home,
* But it sure feels like home
* I know this somewhere is really nowhere
I've got a black-and-white tv, but I don't really see
The need to burden it with cable
0 I got a sofa from the folks, the table I just stole
With a neon mickey's sign for no reason