The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy – Racheland lyrics

I think the man next door
Is having a nervous breakdown
Sounds like it's me in there
Don't know if I believe you care
Like an Afghan vet at a beach resort
With a shotgun
Losing it in cities where I'm used to you
But you're not there
Coz you're in Racheland.

There's a woman on T.V. who
Looks like someone
That I used to go out with
Don't want to go back there again
It's just too embarrassing
And when it's quiet if you're lucky
You can hear the aristocracy whining
Their lies can suck you in
Psychopaths and violins.

You're already beautiful
You don't have to be tragic as well
Pain doesn't suit you pain is contagious
Pain is alone in this deep dark well.

Coz these are the hardest times
These are the hardest times
These are the hardest times
These are the oddest times
These are the hardest times
These are the strangest times
These are the hardest times
We've seen the hardest times
And the traffic's always bad in Racheland
In Racheland

It was Chrissie and Ray
On a budget that summer,
Emma defected
Chrissie gave the baby away to a fella
Who knew just what to tell her
All these fine words.
All the courtesy of slime.
It shuffles round like little birds,
You get to hate those little birds,
All those jive words
You can see her head
Is turning and she doesn't know
She just bought a ticket to Racheland
She just booked passage to Racheland
Have you got the courage for Racheland?
Have you got the bottle for Racheland?
Are you ever coming back
From Racheland?
Have I got to fetch you from Racheland?
Have you got the courage for Racheland?
Are you coming back from Racheland?
Oh Racheland.
Racheland
Have you got the courage for Racheland?