Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ocean Colour Scene
Ocean Colour Scene
Performer
Simon Fowler
Simon Fowler
Vocals
Steve Cradock
Steve Cradock
Guitar
Oscar Harrison
Oscar Harrison
Drums
Damon Minchella
Damon Minchella
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simon Fowler
Simon Fowler
Composer
Steve Cradock
Steve Cradock
Composer
Oscar Harrison
Oscar Harrison
Composer
Damon Minchella
Damon Minchella
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ocean Colour Scene
Ocean Colour Scene
Producer
Brendan Lynch
Brendan Lynch
Producer
Martyn 'Max' Heyes
Martyn 'Max' Heyes
Mixing Engineer
Tim Young
Tim Young
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The house caught on fire in the winter the bosses lay slain
And each of the workers decided to ten fold their pay
And they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
[Verse 2]
But it doesn't really matter
When the judgements are said
'Cause we all take our chances to find out romance
Is in some other's bed
Then you might burn your fingers
Hock your best friends for those
Who'd have you standing naked than publicly auction the use of a hose
[Verse 3]
All the children were laughing their faces in half at the pain
Of the girl who liked talking to walls and jumping at trains
And the words that ring true in the playground of fools will remain
And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
[Verse 4]
But it doesn't really matter
When the rights have been read
'Cause we all take our chances to glance at the wife
In the opposite bed
And I bet Nero and Pilate
Could easily explain
How policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses
Just finding their way
[Verse 5]
The house caught on fire in the winter the bosses lay slain
And each of the workers decided to ten fold their pay
And they saw in the mirror the sun had been shot down in flames
And nobody minded the hole in the sky or the rain
[Verse 6]
But it doesn't really matter
When the judgements are said
'Cause we all take our chances to find out romance
Is in some other's bed
Then you might burn your fingers
Hock your best friend's clothes
Who'd have you standing naked than publicly auction the use of a hose
[Verse 7]
And it's doesn't really matter
When the rights have been read
'Cause we all take our chances to glance at the wife in the opposite bed
And I bet Nero and Pilate
Could easily explain
How policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses
Just finding their way
Yeah, policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses
Just finding their way
Yeah, policemen and pirates get stoned in glass houses
Just finding their way
Written by: Damon Minchella, Oscar Harrison, Simon Fowler, Steve Cradock
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