“the cuckolds tale” 06-13 march 2003

Lady

Its time to take the children to school
Meet your lover at the foot of the road
Let you not be worried about dividing a home
Or taking a man without my name

Tell your children no more about
The secret life sleeping in your bed
The neighbours knock about the noise at the door
Whilst I slaved away, appropriately dressed

Take these years of our youth
And throw away the trust
Crucify me with creditors and debitors
And the shape of other men

And yet when I returned
From the unloved wars
You were joking
about the end of the world

Whilst our homes are ransacked
Our souls raped
The biggest crime you ever pulled
Was stealing my name

What used to be so certain
Is nothing but confused
We face the final curtain
Knowing we’ve never been used

But I saw your shadow as you were leaving
It was not only the shadow there
I lost my best years
To someone who wasn’t there

So take this self pity
Make it a force for good
You prefer someone elses touch
So take someone else’s children to school

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