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