The seven-year itch has come for the middle class father to some Castle built from sand and stone Is now crumbling into the dust Evening time has come Tuck the children in and steal the sun Execute the plan, make no mistakes Should we just refrain or start again? Love is relative But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won't take a sister or brother Cut bait and move on? Carry on Let no man put asunder I'm gonna love you 'till you're six feet under For seven years, bitch and moan And coming through the door, following on Take the time to bond and play before a tired mind gets to unwind Evening time has come Tuck the children in and steal the sun Execute the plan, make no mistakes Should we just refrain or start again? Love is relative But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won't take a sister or brother Cut bait and move on? Carry on Let no man put asunder I'm gonna love you 'till you're six feet under