...And In Every Home - Elvis Costello & The Attractions

作词：Elvis Costello

作曲：Elvis Costello

You turn to the sinister when you get the boot

Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit

Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines

She's only thirty five going on seventeen

Better road over here go to sleep

If you come come again

And in every home

There will be lots of time

I will be all yours you might have been admired

And in every home there will be lots of time

They say they're very sorry but you are not desired

Oh heaven preserve us

Oh heaven preserve us

Oh heaven preserve us

Because they don't deserve us

Holding your life in your hand

With an artificial limp wrist

And so a young blade becomes a has been

Looking for a new twist

A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates

He's in prison now she's running with his mates

Sees him every Sunday

And he asks her where she's been

She's only thirty five going on seventeen

She's going to cop a packet if he ever finds her

In between the sheets

And in every home

There will be lots of time

I will be all yours you might have been admired

And in every home there will be lots of time

They say they're very sorry but you are not desired

Oh heaven preserve us

Oh heaven preserve us

Oh heaven preserve us

Because they don't deserve us

And in every home there will be lots of time

I will be all yours you might have been admired

Oh heaven preserve us

Oh heaven preserve us

Oh heaven preserve us

Because they don't deserve us

And in every home

And in every home

And in every home

And in every home