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