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| album: |
English Settlement |
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| year: |
1982 |
| written
by: |
Colin Moulding |
| length: |
5 minutes 16 seconds |
No Thugs in Our House
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her
waspies on the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their
cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out, their wall-paper world
is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on the kitchen door.
All the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
"No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear.
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy."
"No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear.
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy."
The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache
will open up his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who have been so
badly kicked,
"Is this your son's wallet I've got here?"
"He must have dropped it after too much beer!"
"Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one
you've picked."
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
"No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear.
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy."
"No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear.
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.'
They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
They never read that tattoo on his arm.
They thought that was just a boy's club badge he wore,
They never thought he'd do folks any harm.
The insect-headed worker wife will hang her waspies
on the line;
She's singing something stale and simple now this business has fizzled
out;
Her little tune is such a happy song her son is innocent, he can't
do wrong,
'cos dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of judging's all
about.
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
"No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear.
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy."
"No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear.
We made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy."
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