House Of Turnabout - Edgar Broughton Band

Sell me more cried the lady

Her wares all hanging down

I’m not a landlord or a tenant

In the house of turnabout

My pride is flat my body fat

My part played on this floor

Pay for me to play

And hang your tears next to mine

One with hope might move in here

Their shadows still intact

To try to find the way we’re meant

And not prepared to act

Geraldine was in the club

His face was torn in two

Now he could play with confidence

Again for me and you

Sell me more said the customer

His heroes falling down

Is it I that made you prisoner

In the house of turnabout

She wept I am at fault she said

It’s me that brought you here

Where the Madame’s at the peephole

And the bed is full of fear

I’ll not keep you in a void

Impossible to fill

Look upon the guest list

And the men that helped me kill

The vestiges of sanity

The bloom that was my pride

And you’re nearly like a brother

As you lie here by my side

Geraldine is beautiful

The smile plays on his face

And I swear if it could happen

I’d be thankful in his place

And I swear if it could happen

I’d be thankful in his place