In a river the colour of lead Immerse a baby's head Wrap her up in the News of the World Dump her on a doorstep, girl This night, this night has opened my eyes And I will never sleep again You kicked and cried like a bullied child Grown man of 25 Well, he said he'd cure your ills But he didn't, and he never will So, so, save your life 'Cause you really have but one The dream is gone, but the baby is real Oh, you did a good thing Could've been a poet, or could've been a fool Oh, you did a bad thing And I'm not happy and I'm not sad Shoeless child on a swing Reminds you you're on your own again Well, she took away your troubles Then again she left pain, oh So, so, save your life Save your life The dream is gone, but the baby is real Oh, you did a good thing Could've been a poet, or could've been a fool Oh, you did a bad thing And I'm not happy and I'm not sad, woo-oo