Broken Toys - Smoove & Turrell, Turrell, Smoove, Turrell

Jack draped neatly across a wooden chest

Babies leaving babies at their mother’s breast

They all tell stories when they come home to rest

Talk about it all

Slap dash Harry, raise a drink behind the bar

Wearing his ribbons, he can talk about them all

To us another story, but to him he’s seen them fall

Talk about it all, about it all

Well about all your troubles and all your friends

Talk about the worst times, those dreams they never end

Talk about your freedom, granted that’s for sure

Talk about the times when you can take no more, alright

Queens and countries need their little boys

Playing with their lives, like they’re their latest toys

But it ain’t Jack who’s been there, sits at home with the rest

Talk about it all, about it all

Well about all your troubles and all your friends

Talk about the worst times, those dreams they never end

Talk about your freedom, granted that’s for sure

Talk about the times when you can take no more

Line those streets with their fallen friends

Looking in their eyes and you can never understand

Now the boys are just forgotten, left to get on with it all

Talk about them all, about them all

Well about all your troubles and all your friends

Talk about the worst times, those dreams they never end

Talk about your freedom, granted that’s for sure

Talk about the times when they can take no more

Broken toys for adult boys

Broken toys for adult boys

Broken toys for adult boys

Broken toys for adult boys