Rose one morning combed my hair
Saw my bride just lay there in our bed
Her face lit by the moon
Kissed her forehead then I left the room
I took my vows and I’ve paid my due’s
Walked in to our baby’s room
She lay sleeping like her mother too
I pulled her to my arms
Sung her songs of kings and lucky charms
Kissed her lips and said I’d be home soon
laced the boots upon my feet
Earth fell from them, turned on the tv
There’s been some tragic news
We’re killing each other will this all end soon?
I take the key and quietly take my leave
Made my way through the thick smoke
Trees are wilting birds begin to choke
I see the chimney stack
That feeds my baby, and clothes her tiny back
The bills get paid but there is little left
Take my stand upon my men
Fire in the furnaces of hell
They raise up from the floor
My head is lined with marks of thick black coal
And I walk home with fire still in my soul
Took a left on Curzon street
Into the pub where naked dancing feet
We’re crossing on the bar
The smell of gin, the taste of coke and ***
And there was Louise sitting on her own
I took her hand and held her tight
We ran together into the stormy night
And found a motel room
Closed the curtains shut out the moon
Across the town I could see my house
To stop, I tried my very best
But she slipped of her dress, off came my vest
Then we had skin to skin
I could feel her heart beat and everything else within
The smell of perfume, whisky, coke and gin
She placed her head against my chest
My hands flowed through her up, then down again
Her lips they tasted so sweet
In this Californian motel heat
Our dance didn’t last that long
We were done before the new birdsong
She lay there next to me
While my bride sleeps next to where I used to be
But there’s nothing better than laying with Louise