Alisons Going Home by The Dowling Poole Lyrics
She pours a coffee - lights a year-old cigarette
That’s hidden in a packet in her Grandma’s cabinet
She shakes a little as she tries to shut the voices out
That nag away accusing her of every failing
There behind the grey net curtains
She was twelve when her old man was classed as M.I.A
They had to move or lose their small subsistence
Her school was broken and relieved to see the back of her
Zero hour contracts or a life in crime
Was all they had to occupy her
She chose the camouflage and jumped the wire
Boots down in the sun and the sand
Ready to shoot when you don’t understand
Those pieces come undone
Now Alison’s going home
To find herself a safety zone
Where she can hide from anger pain
And all that makes us inhumane and
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
Summer season in a bleak and cruel Afghanistan
Charabanc across the plains of Syria
Trying to clean the mess of fools who turned an
Ugly situation that was bad
To something so much worse
Hide behind your grey net curtains
She turns the TV on to try and still the memories
And settles in to swallow down the armchair medicine
Televangelists with Jesus, God and Milton Friedman
Screaming “Hallelujah man, We’re on your side”
Truth and strength depend on numbers
Now she has to shake her head and wonder
Boots down in the blood and the sand
Ready to shoot what you don’t understand
Those pieces come undone
Now Alison’s going home
She’s gonna find a safety zone
Where she can hide from anger pain
And all that makes us inhumane
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
(And she wonders where it all went wrong)
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
That’s hidden in a packet in her Grandma’s cabinet
She shakes a little as she tries to shut the voices out
That nag away accusing her of every failing
There behind the grey net curtains
She was twelve when her old man was classed as M.I.A
They had to move or lose their small subsistence
Her school was broken and relieved to see the back of her
Zero hour contracts or a life in crime
Was all they had to occupy her
She chose the camouflage and jumped the wire
Boots down in the sun and the sand
Ready to shoot when you don’t understand
Those pieces come undone
Now Alison’s going home
To find herself a safety zone
Where she can hide from anger pain
And all that makes us inhumane and
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
Summer season in a bleak and cruel Afghanistan
Charabanc across the plains of Syria
Trying to clean the mess of fools who turned an
Ugly situation that was bad
To something so much worse
Hide behind your grey net curtains
She turns the TV on to try and still the memories
And settles in to swallow down the armchair medicine
Televangelists with Jesus, God and Milton Friedman
Screaming “Hallelujah man, We’re on your side”
Truth and strength depend on numbers
Now she has to shake her head and wonder
Boots down in the blood and the sand
Ready to shoot what you don’t understand
Those pieces come undone
Now Alison’s going home
She’s gonna find a safety zone
Where she can hide from anger pain
And all that makes us inhumane
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong
(And she wonders where it all went wrong)
Alison’s going home
To wonder where it all went oh so wrong