Middle of the hill

When I was a kid I grew up in a house on a
Hill not the top not the bottom but the middle and I
Still remember where I cracked my head in the
Vacant lot there's a row of tiny houses there
Now and we used to light fires in the gutters and
I could cool my head on the concrete steps but the
Girl down the street hit my sister on the head with a
Stick and we hid behind my father as he knocked on her
Parents' door to tell them what she did but the
Parents were drunk so they really didn't give a shit
Girl down the street said her dog couldn't bark 'cos a
Man with an axe cut its voice box out but my
Older sister told me that it prob'ly wasn't true and I
Believed what she said 'cos she took me by the hand one
Time when a coupla men drove down the hill in a
White van said there was a phone box filled with
Money 'round the corner and I would've gone along but she
Took me by the hand to the house in the middle of the
Hill the middle of the hill the middle of the Hill
Mother knew the words to a lot of different songs and we
Always sing the harmonies when we'd sing along she had
Cool cool hands when the fever hit then the
Noises that the trains made sounded like people in my
Head and the stories that the ceiling told through the
Pictures in the grains in the pinewood boards and I could
Stay outside till the sky went red and I could
Cool my head on the concrete steps and you
Never really see the top from the bottom I don't
Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em you can
Never really see the top from the bottom I don't
Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't
Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't
Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em (I) don't
Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em I don't
Pay enough attention to the good things when I got 'em no