Lindsey
I was talking with your father
And, well, we think it's time you moved out
The sense of entitlement is one thing, darling
But the truth is
Life is too precious to be ruined
I grant you
That living in this house
Isn't easy
At least
After your grandparents died
Things were pretty tense
For a couple of months
And then the summer
Reminded us to laugh
Sit on their bellies
And pull out their hair
Feed them their miner's gruel
Sit on their bellies
And pull out their hair
Feed them their miner's gruel
Next week
You'll be thanking your lucky stars
Instead of cursing at them
We both want the best for your future
My darling
But if time is not lenient
The facts contestible
Please know
We will always be there for you
Though our number has changed
And don't try to contact
Your sister
In Sheffield
Truth has denied you the right
Sit on their bellies
And pull out their hair
Feed them their miner's gruel
Sit on their bellies
And pull out their hair
Feed them their miner's gruel
Ah Ah-ah-ah
Ah Ah-ah-ah
Sit on their bellies
And pull out their hair
Feed them their miner's gruel
Sit on their bellies
And pull out their hair
Feed them their miner's gruel
Ah Ah-ah-ah
Ah Ah-ah-ah
Your dad loves his stereo
Don't you dare
(Yes you do)
Look at you nodding
And look at you
Nottingham
Pity me
Pitting
Know I'm the other one
Why are you learning
For try you emotional
Your dad is appeasing (peasant)
And nobody works like him
Working in cities
And cities are breathing, and
Pity me
Pitting
I am a mother, too
Pity me
Pitting
I am some other
Pity me
Pitting