Paroles de Jacob's Tales

Who cares about the family silver That glints in dusty halls Lined with badly-painted landscapes On badly-painted walls? Who cares for family favorites Dangling from the family tree? That Auntie Mabel loved you more Loved you, loved you more than me We're not old fools of competition Jacob's tales or superstition But siblings born in equal grace Seated at set-table place Same old chances, toss of dice Evil eyes look twice as nice Blood runs thicker, blood runs cold Seize legacy before it's sold Who cares if I am comfortable In leafy rural lane While you're tied to drudgery Left staring at the rain? That washes out your young ambition Hung out, left to dry And wither on the washing line Washed-out, washed-out butterfly We're not old fools of competition Jacob's tales or superstition But siblings born in equal grace Seated at set-table place Same old chances, toss of dice Evil eyes look twice as nice Blood runs thicker, blood runs cold Seize legacy before it's sold