Look what the cat dragged in

You come here looking like that
With your head a square, and your hair not flat
Just look, listen, purr at that
Look what the cat dragged in

Oh pussy cat purr in the dark garden air
Walking about with that 50 yard stare
Eyes like yellow diamonds twinkling bright
Calling out for a taxi to take you through the night
Look what the cat dragged in

You stalk the streets with your pussy cat airs
Gracing the pavements with your hippy flares
Tucked under your arm
There's a broadsheet there
Exclaiming the charm of your male heirs
Look what the cat dragged in

Dog like a lady, Cat like a tramp
Pissing on the sidewalk, turned into a vamp
Bite the necks of strangers then order a stamp
Posting off your letters to the royal ramp
And look what the cat dragged in

What do you have to dismiss about you
Your shoulder is colder, your lips turning blue
Pull in your stomach, suck in the cool air
Nothings getting older, except your grey hair
But look what the cat dragged in

Fall back in line, like tomorrows spine
Is broken on the back of today
We all cross the line, but this time it was fine
Just don't let the habit stay, check in the mirror ok?
Look what the cat dragged in

I've been longing for the girl back home

Out into the world I roam
No matter where I've been bound
I can't escape that sound
That little bell
When I'm alone
Rings all around
I've been longing for the girl back home

When I think of all the wrong turns I made
The times I left when I should have stayed
But no matter where or how, I'm returning to her now
How I've been longing for the girl back home

They say all roads lead to Rome
And the further you are apart the stronger the longing in your heart
And some nights I feel so alone
I can atone, I can atone, I can atone
How I've been longing for the girl back home

Well I've been so lonesome, longing for a woman so wholesome
In my house full of skeletons and tombes
If one catacomb could open, I'm sure the spell would be broken
But as it is this castle crypt just ain't no home
I've asked for forgiveness, for all of my sinful business
Now I'm longing for the girl back home

A little too far

I went a little too far over the line
Trying to make them see my point of view
I went a little too far over the line
Honey now I think so are you

You stepped a little too far over the edge
Now you're trying to cling onto the ledge
Your gripping onto the railing
Still trying to continue your hailing
You stepped a little too far over the line

I went a little too far over the line
Just trying to define the space, between
Your heart and mine
Trying a little too hard to make dreams come true
Trying to make the grey skies blue
I went a little too far over the line
And honey now I think so are you

The clown only has two faces

The faces of the clubs
Are in and out,
Like the faces of the pubs that you scout
Some faces never seem to fit the fold
Other faces too close to your breast you hold
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The faces of the spade
Are of the spaces that you made
I dug whatever plot I was told
When you called me those many names
Well I just went down in flames
Like the Zepplin in the sky waylaid
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The faces of the diamonds
I searched hard to find them
Down the mineshaft Shining
Or in the sparkling bay
But the many faces smiling
Of the chandelier diamonds
The black face suited you best that day
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The faces of the heart
Like a mirror broken apart
Showed bleeding
Showed bruising
One heart split in two
My face looks at you
My face using
Your face needing
The Face of hearts
But the clown only has two faces
One is up the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

The face of the Ace
Is always ready
The faces of King and Queen rules the throne
But there will always be a joker to set the tone
Because the clown only has two faces
One is up, the other is down
Yes the clown only has two faces
With it he raises the cup
With it he breaks the crown

Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

Well when you're dead you're dead
They can't kill you anymore
Still I wish I had had some warning
Before I opened the garage door
How was I to know about the giant anvil overhead
Hanging by a horses hair, the thinnest of threads?
Well what would you have done, I ask you
Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

It was the first thing on my mind in the morning
And I thought about it all the previous night
I could have done with some kind of warning
Would have been nice to have seen a head light
But I suppose it serves me right, walking along the railway tracks
With my ear phones plugged in, but no train in front in sight
How was I meant to know, they come from behind as well, I ask you!
Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

You know its something you can't explain
Like a bullet in your brain
Or swallowing razor blades
Why do some people do these things while seeming so sane
While on the inside they must turning crazy blue shades
I thought I'd go and see a pschotherapist
But instead I saw a psychopathic hypnotist
Who put me in a trance then proceeded to dance
Me off the nearest cliff, well I didn't see that one coming, did you?
Dying was the last thing I wanted to do

I went into the undertakers to see about a coffin

It was pretty cold that day and the guy couldn’t keep from coughin’

So, when he took himself off for a little R n R

I undertook myself to try out a coffin as like it was a sports car

So, I lay myself down inside it and folded all my limbs in

When to my surprise snap down the lid came just like a pedal bin

Well I thought if its going to happen it might as well be here

I only wish that it wasn't so sound proof and that guy could hear
But luckily my phone still had signal so I whatsapped my old dear
She said "Talk about jumping the gun! That's just like you!"

And I said: "Until my dying day, dying was the last thing I wanted to do"

Christmas on the moon

I want to spend Christmas on the moon
Far away from
All this gloom
Give me oceans of rolling sand
Stand me upright, tell me who I am
Kick me sideways
And watch me roll
Always myways but a big dark soul
Going into shadow
Eclipsing and soon
I'll be spending Christmas on the moon

When I am up, the earth is down
Give me no chalice cup in which to drown
Its cold up here but hey women swoon
For a man who lives his days
Up on the moon

I used to wish for witches to burn
But then I read books
And learned that switches can turn
Sometimes they are in phase
And sometimes they yearn
But that's only on Saturdays
By Monday courts adjurn

I have two faces
Two sides to know
One comes when I'm full
The other when I'm low
But feed me Christmas dinner
And I'm yours although
I need some moonshine with it
Or else a worm that glows

Bring it back home

Don't bring it through the fog
Don't bring it through the listless trees crying
Bring it on the back of the frog
Bring it from the prince that's dying

Don't bring it on your knees
Bring it on the carpet that is flying
Don't bring it in Ash keys
Bring it in the lockets of love sighing

I saw you in the stream
With water fairies about you pining
For the river logs
That passed them by so stream-lining

Come check with me again
Bounce your cheques off Big Ben
The balance of the city is sky-lining
I've seen about a friend
In the silouhetted end
Who is crossing off his list all those whining

So four score years and ten
That is what we will have then
By the time all words are down in-lining
The writer and his pen
As the cockrel and his hen
Will walk about the farmyard rhyming