You'll never fumigate the demons   No matter how much you smoke   Just say you love me for three good reasons   And I'll throw you the rope   You don't need it    Cause you are the survivor   Of more than one life   And you're the only lover I had   Who ever slept with a knife       But you're not Judy Garland   Oh just like me   You've never really had a home   Of your own   But I'm not Tony Hancock, baby   Until the day   We stone the crows   We stone the crows       We stone the crows       And you see I've brought you flowers   All collected from the Old Vic stage   Well I've been sitting here for hours, baby   Just chasing these words across the page       Cause you're my Waterloo   Well I'll be your Gypsy Lane   I'm so glad we know just what to do   And exactly, who's to blame       And you're my Waterloo   I'll be your Stanley Park   Well I'm so glad we know just what to do   And no one's left stumbling around   Fumbling around   Tumbling around in the dark   Always in the dark       You're my Waterloo   And I'll be your Calvary   Well I'm so glad we know just what to do   And everyone's gonna be happy   Everyone's gonna be happy   Everyone's gonna be happy   But of course