 Business as usual lyrics ( Moore gary )   
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 Rate Business As Usual
Artist : Moore gary
Song : Business as usual
The pink crucifix with the ivory jesus I wanted.
The man with the blood on his hands, as I ran
from the river.
Kissing my cousin, before they took her to the
graveyard.
Trembling at night from the violence I heard from
my bedroom.
These are my memories.
These are my memories,
Coming home.
Called up at school, for my hand wasn’t there to
say ’present’.
Running the gauntlet outside the club rado at
dawn.
Rory and me, without a spare string between us.
Catching the last bus halfway through I’m so
glad.
These are my memories.
These are my memories,
Coming home.
Philip and me and ’the brush’ ridin’ ’round in a
transit.
The bailey, the strangely’s, the smoke and the
speed and the acid.
I lost my virginity to a tipperary woman.
A heart that was broken, but it wasn’t the first
or the last time.
These are my memories.
These are my memories,
Coming home.
Under the wings of the man they called green, I
found freedom.
Three children, one wife, a twist of the knife
and a scandal.
Divorce, separation, some kind of salvation came
lately.
So many have gone, but I know it’s just business
as usual.
Oh, these are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories,
Coming home.
These memories keep coming back.
Those memories keep coming back.
All those years ago.
All those years ago.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
These are my memories.
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