Angels in the sitting room    The wind gets here at seven    Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven    And you can tell the boss she’s keeping the curls    Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls    The flash is coming soon and we don’t look so good    Sorry that I sleep so much you’ve always understood       Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven    Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven    And you can tell the man she’s keeping her eyes    So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys    She’s never thrown a punch at least not until now    You always make them violent you’ve always known just how       They always tell stories they all go away    We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then    Some get up early some never pay    Get used to it girlie its all for fun anyway    Big ceremonies things that go fast    Your cheer is such a treasure    Your tears are like the weather    There never meant to last