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 a whale of a time
Get your ticket on the family cheap-rate
Fate dictates you - travel by rail
You got a card
As 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 at your arm
They 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 fit of anger
Lose your wife and your children too
All the lies in the lines of 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 keep you fighting
Locked in gas bills
Heating....lighting...
You`ve been taken for the fools you are
There`s no more money at the bottom of the purse.
No more money at the bottom of the purse
No more money at the bottom of the purse
(ad infinitum)