There's angels in the sitting room
The wind gets here at seven
Take the bread and baby shoes
Send them back to heavenAnd you can tell the boss
She's keeping the curls
Enough to decorate
Another dozen baby girlsThe flash is coming soon
And we don't look so good
Sorry that I sleep so much
You've always understoodWell here I go again
So I will see you next eleven
Cross yourself, knock three times
Hope we throw a sevenAnd you can tell the man
She's keeping her eyes
So she can see you coming
All you dirty rotten guysShe's never thrown a punch
At least not until now
You always make them violent
You've always known just howThey always tell stories
They all go away
We all break the baby
And mothers to blame and thenSome get up early
Some never pay
Get used to it, girlie
It's all for fun anywayThere's big ceremonies
And things that go fast
Your cheer is such a treasure
Your tears are like the weather
There never meant to last