Eight Legs Follow

Sometimes it’s funny how eloquence sounds eloquent
And sometimes all that you can do is all that you can do
Sometimes I wish I had a button I could push
To make things go my way

…Always talking in my ear and causing
Pain and jealousy and hateful feelings I don’t want
And can’t you see that I think only of my legacy
And not much else at all

Sometimes, sometimes,
Sometimes, sometimes,
Spilt milk will make you cry
Sometimes, sometimes

I live off bread and milk and alcohol and tea and coffee,
Sometimes I’ll make an egg but hate to break the shell,
When you have no money milk that spilt will make you cry
But look back and you’ll smile

Sometimes, sometimes,
Sometimes, sometimes,
Spilt milk will make you cry
Sometimes, sometimes

Life is not much fun
Resenting everyone
I’ve made use for knives and guns
And not much use for love

Sometimes, sometimes,
Sometimes, sometimes,
Spilt milk will make you cry
Sometimes, sometimes

Sometimes, sometimes,
Spilt milk will make you cry
Spilt milk bring a tear to your eye
Sometimes, sometimes