Spilt Beans

I told you once - don't trust men

They'll do you down - and they'll do it again

When all the dead body heavyness splits your spine

What's your game - what's his line

Late home - no tv

Walk with the zombies - talk to the sea

Sand in your shoes - money in your jeans

It's no good crying over - spilt beans

All the fancy dan's at the palais de dance

Offer you assistence in the firm's vans

With the stupid stories and the bad dream lovers

Clean socks - love their mothers

And the ghost train trashed the tunnel of love

Fingers bleed - better wear your gloves

And wave on wave of germoline

Says no good crying over - spilt beans

In the mindless misfits mohair sweaters

Poison pens and begging letters

Finger bells - ding ding ding

Like they was in some sort of sling

Paidback - with just one look

A prayer wheel and a big fat book

Tells you not to be clever but clean

And close to the real meaning of the beans

The three stooges - the four just men

The magnificent seven - the terrible ten

Lord rockinghams eleven and the famous five

Three men in a boat - the good lady wives

Twelve apostles and the fiddlers three

Ten green bottles and the three degrees

And all the oval teenage beauty queens

Crying about everything but - spilt beans

The ring of fear - that's the key

To the annorexia housemaid's knee

Who made groovy gravy oh mother of meat

Since we've wed all i do is eat

To fat to fuck - sorry about that

I got a scrotum fitted with a thermostat

Switch in the kitchen - giggle and scream

Don't let me hear you - spilt beans