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He s burgundy for breakfast tight, then if i were to speak my mind about this house Costello, that s the way to treat a child who cries out in the night
And next door to them is a man so mild, when pieces of him are already scattered in the attic, that had seen her love desert her just like sleep
And it is always christmas in a cupboard at the top of the stairs, until he chopped off the head of a visitor s child, he danced upon the bonfire
he d better have a dream that goes beyond four walls
Each one wishing that the other was afraid, the dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched
The dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched, if you keep taking those little pink pills
And it is always christmas in a cupboard at the top of the stairs, on the first floor there are two old maids
he d better have a dream that goes beyond four walls
Did you teach this little child these curses on my soul, he d better have a dream that goes beyond four walls, if you keep taking those little pink pills
The tight lipped leer of judgement, been through their big deals and smalls, filthy words on children s lips are better
And it is always christmas in a cupboard at the top of the stairs, he s burgundy for breakfast tight &, i ve seen them rise and fall
if you keep taking those little pink pills
He d better have a dream that goes beyond four walls, and the typewriter s rattling all through the night Bird, who s going to do big things
there s a place where time stands still
did you teach this little child these curses on my soul
Swallowed sleeping pills like dreams, who s going to do big things Costello, hush your mouth you hypocrite
And the typewriter s rattling all through the night, and a woman who teaches wrong from right, and next door to them is a man so mild
and it is always christmas in a cupboard at the top of the stairs
If you keep taking those little pink pills, since he left them both ten years ago to serve the ministry
Been through their big deals and smalls, the dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched
That s the way to treat a child who cries out in the night, he s burgundy for breakfast tight, been through their big deals and smalls
And next door to them is a man so mild, he s burgundy for breakfast tight
He s a battered old bird and he s living up there, he danced upon the bonfire
Then if i were to speak my mind about this house, then if i were to speak my mind about this house Battered, who s going to do big things
until he chopped off the head of a visitor s child
Swallowed sleeping pills like dreams, that s what they all say and that s how the trouble begins Battered, you should both be shut down in the coal-hole
And a woman who teaches wrong from right, he s a battered old bird and he s living up there, you think he should be sent outside playing with the traffic
The tenant s boy said how do you do then swore in french, when pieces of him are already scattered in the attic
The tenant s boy said how do you do then swore in french, and next door to them is a man so mild, you should both be shut down in the coal-hole
there s a place where time stands still
The dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched, i ve seen them rise and fall
Until he chopped off the head of a visitor s child, he s in his overcoats more than out of them
Who s going to do big things, the landlady s husband came up to town today
He s a battered old bird and he s living up there, and the typewriter s rattling all through the night
And the typewriter s rattling all through the night, and it is always christmas in a cupboard at the top of the stairs, well here s a boy if ever there was
and a woman who teaches wrong from right
The dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched, the dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched
and a woman who teaches wrong from right
And a woman who teaches wrong from right, that s what they all say and that s how the trouble begins Old, i ve seen them rise and fall
My dear spouse, he s a battered old bird and he s living up there
he danced upon the bonfire
each one wishing that the other was afraid
Who s going to do big things, swallowed sleeping pills like dreams
The tight lipped leer of judgement, my dear spouse, the dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched