One Stringed Harp 歌詞

A safe pair of hands A reason to stand Some guns to stick to Rational demands Come on now, ladies They won't fertilize themselves Get into the ball game Let's clear those shelves That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head But you're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one-stringed harp Like you're playing a one-stringed harp Like Wily Coyote As if the fall wasn't enough Those bastards from Acme They got more nasty stuff Salt in my wounds Sticking in the boot Oh, we're all bulimic But keep forgetting to puke At least, that's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one-stringed harp Like you're playing a one-stringed harp Chalk it up, and write it down Chalk it up, and write it down Chalk it up, and write it down Oh, write it down The hand of history Is clawing at my back The iron fist of she Cupping my sack Grip is tightening My voice is heightening This orange alert Is beginning to crack That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one-stringed harp Like you're playing a one-stringed harp That's what I read in that Sunday magazine The anvil is falling, falling on your head You're just picking your knickers from your arse Like you're playing a one-stringed harp Like you're playing a one-stringed harp, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Chalk it up, and write it down Chalk it up, and write it down Chalk it up, and write it down Chalk it up, and write it down