They were hanging on 

For grim life 

They were clutching 

at straws 

They were sure 

That the ship was at port 

As it sailed far from shore 

They were keen philosophers 

They were keen on hurt 

They were like 

A pair of dumb dogs 

Rolling in the dirt 



(That's) you and 

Your idiot brother 

Waiting in the wing 

Which one holds up the other 

Which one pulls the string 



One bite of the apple 

One chop at the tree 

Is your word 

as good as your bond 

Your stammer, your honesty 

You could have it for free 

Because nothing works 

For no-one at all 

No-one works for free 



We were 

getting on famously 

I was doing my bit 

They got no claim on me 

So send me a writ 

I was walking 

Around your house 

In the middle of the night 

Home medicine erotica 

Is you prescription right? 



I want to kill your sister 

With some business advice 

Never question your loyalty 

On the telephone line 

And what about 

our fat friend 

With the golden star 

Upped and left 

Turned down 

your best shot 

Now you're in arrears