Heaven Sent

Listless and restless in one like the steam train has soul

Because it runs on coal we still have to endure

Because we still can't be sure of what tomorrow might bring

Where's the damn cat it's not there on it's mat

And there's blue rinse dry rinse

Dry rot bally rinse bally money sink blocked

You could remove my spline but that's not even of any use to me

A natural disaster a bit of a bastard

A mutual feeling of levelling the blame and how

The truth hurts and lies do the same

As fickle as an autumn day praise the lord

Hallelujah just the same before I talk to the trees

I'll have a nice pot of tea and I won't breathe a word

Because it has it's moments and that's what matters

Don't let the wool be pulled and the soft soaping

And gloating should be put alongside

The bricklayers arse and his smelly stained vest

As a vested interest to be ignored more or less

Sending tanks and blankets baby clothes and scuds

Vietnam bric-a-brac zippo culture and

A big totem pole and a draughtsmans' eye for detail

Draughtsmans' eye draughtsmans' eye draughtsmans' eye

It has it's moments and that's what matters

Why does the sun shine when I'm sad and who is this preacher

Pouring valium on your heart paralysed by high art

And no one is laughing because it's like a bullet in the chest

And it's hard to look lively when you're simply dressed

And who can blame you when all you get is Fergie pictures

And needlecraft stitches we go to school

Where all we're taught is to sit still and be on time

That all poems rhyme the sky is blue

And hard work gets it's due and you turn out like a verooka

On the foot of style but Heaven sent you Heaven sent you

But Heaven sent you Heaven sent you