Poor b****** Lyrics

It's a new form of slavery
It's a gas from the past
Partly built on the right
Partly built out of laugh
While the crystals deflate
I begin to address
A little run in your stocking
A little hair on your dress

Well the party isn't over
Till the fat one comes home
But you ate up all the sausages
You gave the old dog a bone

It's part of your anatomy
Yeah it's part of your mind
What the f*** am I suppose
To do this time

It's the dark side of perfection
It's a prelude to success
And carries brand new direction
From a**ociated bliss
Or could be stigma of rejection
Or the embarrassment of desires
They got clumsy with the ladle
Spilt the soup on the fire
While you are surrounded by cushions
Black lacquer and chrome
As your friends and relations
Inspect your brand new home

In a moment or two
They're gonna leave you alone
No more days in the oven
No more nights on the phone

Good news and bad news
From the unemployed side
if you're b**** or a bridesmaid
A beggar or a b**
We can blow them to Mars
Or at least kingdom will come
There are a lot of nice and cheap houses for rent
Back where I come from
No I should never let that knucklehead out
walking down on these street
He only gets all the funniest looks from
Everyone he meets

Now watch real close
'Cause you're in for a treat
You're gonna get the next meal free
If you get a receipt

Good news and bad news
From the unemployed side
if you're b**** or a bridesmaid
A beggar or a b**
We can blow them to Mars
Or at least kingdom will come
There are a lot of nice and cheap houses for rent
Back where I came from