(written by elvis costello, transcribed by craig ciccone w/ bolans corrections)
Oh, a tv went off like three day old milk
That shook this town down better than most
And it always was less of idea and more of a boast
Oh, youre burning in the bloom of life
til youre powder in the grave
Or youre pounding in the counter beggin for more
til you evaporate
Youd forgive her anything
If you look like you, my pretty miss
I wonder where you are tonight
And this place becomes pityless
Oh, I couldnt sleep, but I cant complain
Oh, this wont hurt a bit, oh, this wont hurt again
When the roof comes down and the walls move in
Oh, he didnt know it could feel like that
And your face turned away and the day turned black
And the rain fell like a curtain
Oh, its my turn to begin
To forgive her anything
Youd forgive her anything
If you knew what I know
Youd forgive her anything
So where did all my pride go?
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, youd forgive her anything
If you knew what I know
Youd forgive her anything
So where did all my pride go?