Granny Farming In The UK
Carter - The Unstoppable Sex M
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There's twenty-five tunes on the visitor's bell
From Granny Farming in the UK to Heartbreak Hotel
There's eight million stories of cruelty to tell
As the medicine goes down
There's one currant bun in the baker's shop
Who's beaten like an egg 'til he bruises like an apricot
Squeezed between the legs
Strangled with a football sock
And the medicine goes down
And it's as clear as a bell and the colour of your cheeks
And the piss-awful smell of the blankets and the sheets
This ain't no Shellabang, no Tommy and Joan
And this place is no place like home
And the nurses will hold you and ask you how you feel
But it's back to the dole queue for any of them who squeal
From Granny Farming in the UK to Heartbreak Hotel
There's twenty-five tunes on the visitor's bell
No letters, no postcards
No whisky, no pets
No Tommy and Joan Club
No cigarettes
No day trips to the seaside
No nights on the town
No four-leaf and carrots
And the medicine goes down
No handles on the windows
No lights on the stairs
It's way past your bedtime
And nobody cares
From Granny Farming in the UK to Heartbreak Hotel
There's twenty-five tunes on the visitor's bell
And the postman rings twice with a telegram from the Queen
Your legs change from red to amber and green
As your heart jumps and lights and you fall to the ground
And your death is the talk of the town