You've been taken for the fools you are There's no more money at the bottom of the purse Black looks at the breakfast table Life goes on from bad to worse Saving up to take the kids to Whipsnade We'll have her away all of the time Get your ticket on the family cheap rate Fate dictates you travel by rail You've got to cut us compensation for your scars Now you can go anywhere, anytime Fate dictates you stay right there There's somebody's body on the railway line The little hands that clawed your arm Didn't mean to do you any harm But they didn't want to listen when you tried to explain All they kept saying was, where's the train? Lose your temper in a theatre of anger Lose your wife and your children too All the lies in the lines of the postcards Trying to cover up what you've been going through Is that the meaning of love? Is that the purpose of marriage? To keep you squabbling, to get you fighting Locked in gas, doors heating, lighting You've been taken for the fools you are There's no more money at the bottom of the purse * Instagram, Twitter, Facebook