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State of Things lyrics
While some sore heads will rue last nights endeavours
Make Sundays vow that they wont get so leathered
Dads shout at lads so they foul number seven
Theres no need for fighting; theyre only eleven
Mmm, a little introduction to the state of things
What of the woman, who stands by her fella,
Despite the bruises brought on by the Stella
To cook and to clothe and to clean and to screw
Aint the sum total of all she can do
What of the woman who waits with the feeling
Of black holes and lost nights and strange looking ceilings
Haze around half nine, remember she thinks
Bloke in a red shirt with drops in the drink
Mmm, teaching and telling bout the state of things
Mmm, never taught you at school about the state of things
Look down, just look down; youre too scared to turn round
Says hes gonna get you with all of his mates
Heartbeat, your heart beats; he says that youre dead meat
The bully waits for you outside the school gates
Making you aware of the state of things
A little introduction to the state of things
Im making to sing about the state of things
They never taught you at school about the state of things
And what of the woman whos there in the station
Whose White Lightning refuge is inebriation
Some wench on park bench contrasts with your cash
Shes not gonna kill ya, or give you a rash
Making you aware of the state of things
A little introduction to the state of things
Im making to sing about the state of things
They never taught you at school about the state of things
Im telling you straight about the state of things
1-9-8-4 state of things
Cuts me wide open, the state of things
I am the reverend, Ill tell you bout the state of things
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