Moments of sadness, moments of guilt

Stains on the memory, stains on the quilt

Chapter of incident, chapter and verse

Sub-heading chronic, paragraph worse



Lost in the limelight, backed in the blaze

Did it for nine pence, those were the days

Give me my acre and give me my plough

Tell me tomorrow, don't bother me now



Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada



Times at a distance, times without touch

Greed forms the habit of asking to much

Followed at bedtime by builders and bells

Wait til the doldrums which nothing dispels



Idly, mentally, doubtful and dread

Who runs with the beans shall not stale with the bread

Let me lie fallow and dormant dismay

Tell me tomorrow, don't bother today



Fucking ada, fucking ada

Fucking ada, fucking ada



Tried like a good un, did it all wrong t

Thought that the hard way was taking to long

To late for regret or chemical change

Yesterdays targets have gone out of range



Failure infolds me with clammy green arms

Damn the excursions and blast the alarms

For the rest of whats natural Ill lay on the ground

Tell me tomorrow if Im still around



Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada



Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada



Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada



Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada, fucking Ada



Fucking Ada, fucking Ada

Fucking Ada,