One Stringed Harp

A safe pair of hands

A reason to stand

Some guns to stick to

Rational demands

Come on now ladies

They won't fertilise themselves

Get into the ball game

Let's clear those shelves

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine

The anvil is falling, falling on your head

You're just picking your knickers from your arse

Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Like Wily Coyote

As if the fall wasn't enough

Those bastards from Acme

They got more nasty stuff

Salt in my wounds

Sticking in the boot

We're all bulimic

But keep forgetting to puke

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine

The anvil is falling, falling on your head

You're just picking your knickers from your arse

Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Chalk it up, and write it down

The hand of history

Is clawing at my back

The Iron Fist of she

Cuping at my sack

Grip is tightening

My voice is heightening

This orange alert

Is beginning to crack

That's what I read in that Sunday magazine

The anvil is falling, falling on your head

You're just picking your knickers from your arse

Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Like you're playing a one stringed harp

Chalk it up, and write it down