John Jones / Alan Prosser / Ian Telfer
Universal Music Publishing Ltd 1995
First released on: The Shouting End of Life,
1995
HE: I met her in the garden she was laughing like a drain we stood too close together taking shelter from the rain shelter from her mother and the blue rinse fire brigade we stood there in the garden and she called a spade a spade SHE: you're all hot air and hormones as far as I can see you think more of your lurchers than you ever do of me and I wouldn't say I couldn't be your lover not if there was nothing else to be but if love is what you're dying to discover don't slit your wrists for me - darlin' - don't slit your wrists for me HE: she had rings on her fingers and a bone stuck through her nose she was wearing studs in places where the gardener never goes SHE: people going to judge us by the company we chose and I can't be seen with somebody who's got the wrong tattoos HE: well, I've been hearing voices since I was in my teens please don't shoot the messenger, they're coming from my genes HE: I met her in the garden, there was no one there to see we were taking shelter underneath the apple tree shelter from her father, who was purple and insane we stood too close together and she punched me in the rain BOTH: sex is like a chaingang, there are no volunteers we get handcuffed to a maniac for 60 years and I wouldn't say I couldn't be your lover not if there was nothing else to be but if love is what you're dying to discover don't slit your wrists for me - darlin' - don't slit your wrists for me