A garden town in flush of spring. Pawnshop riches Pawnshop riches The church spires groan, the wild flowers sting Liver craving stitches Pawnshop riches So take the jewellery down the street Promise gently that you'll bring it back next week. Truth like nation-builders speak Pawnshop riches Pawnshop riches The body primed, black dawn arrives, Praying for new life, Lying for my life. Serene she sleeps; thus ebbs our time; Lying for my life Praying for new life The roaming lover lives upstairs He keeps his shack-job unaware But I did worse when I dwelt there. Lying for my life Who needs this snatched life? Lying for my life. So take her jewels down the street No judge in Garden Town will hang you for a thief Now that it knows you'll never leave Pawnshop riches Pawnshop riches.