battered old bird

The landladys husband came up to town today
Since he left them both ten years ago to serve the ministry
The dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched
The tenants boy said 'How dya do' then swore in French
Did you teach this little child these curses on my soul
You should both be shut down in the coal-hole
Thats the way to treat a child who cries out in the night
And a woman who teaches wrong from right
Hes a Battered Old Bird
And hes living up there
Theres a place where time stands still
If you keep taking those little pink pills
' Hush your mouth you hypocrite'
His humour cut her deep
The tight lipped leer of judgement
That had seen her love desert her just like sleep
'Filthy words on childrens lips are better, my dear spouse
Then if I were to speak my mind about this house'
Hes a Battered Old Bird
And hes living up there
Theres a place where time stands still
If you keep taking those little pink pills
On the first floor there are two old maids
Each one wishing that the other was afraid
And next door to them is a man so mild
Til he chopped off the head of a visitors child
He danced upon the bonfire
Swallowed sleeping pills like dreams
With a bottle of sweet sherry that everything redeems
Hes a Battered Old Bird
And hes living up there
Theres a place where time stands still
If you keep taking those little pink pills
And on the second floor is the Macintosh Man
Hes in his overcoats more than out of them
And the typewriters rattling all through the night
Hes burgundy for breakfast tight
He says 'One day Ill throw away all of my cares
And it is always Christmas in a cupboard at the top of the stairs'
Hes a Battered Old Bird
And hes living up there
Theres a place where time stands still
If you keep taking those little pink pills
'Well heres a boy if ever there was
Whos going to do big things
Thats what they all say and thats how the trouble begins
Ive seen them rise and fall
Been through their big deals and smalls
Hed better have a dream that goes beyond four walls'
You think he should be sent outside playing with the traffic
When pieces of him are already scattered in the attic