The Table — текст песни (The Beautiful South)

(Heaton/Rotheray)
This table has four sturdy legs
And a heart of very near wild oak
When others would have screamed out loud my friend
This one never even spoke

I`ve been sat upon, I`ve been spat upon
I`ve been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they`re dead
I`ve been dined upon, I`ve been wined upon
I`ve been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

This table`s been pushed against the door
When tempers, well tempers flare at night
Banged upon with knuckles clenched my friend
When someone thinks that they are right

I`ve been sat upon, I`ve been spat upon
I`ve been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they`re dead
I`ve been dined upon, I`ve been wined upon
I`ve been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
Treat me with some dignity, don`t treat me like a slave
Or I`ll turn into the coffin in your grave

I`ve been sat upon, I`ve been spat upon
I`ve been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher,
when someone thinks they`re dead
I`ve been dined upon, I`ve been wined upon
I`ve been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk,
when they should have been at school

Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
Treat me with some dignity, don`t treat me like a slave
Or I`ll turn into the coffin in your grave