Текст песни The Beautiful South - Final Spark
The Beautiful South - Final Spark слова песни
Well the dice that I rollnever seems to land on sixand that 48 card packis short of some of my old tricksThe horse I bet on all those years agois probably still running round the trackLike the marriage that I gambled onI`m due my money backWe could`ve learned, we could`ve burnedfrom the firework love ignitesbut that sparkler of romanceit proved impossible to lightIf your country code or your green cross codeIt can leave a lasting markHistory books have showed, follow safety codeand stamp out your final sparkWell the husband that I married onceI should`ve kept him in a cageKept him sitting waiting thereto show the tortoise middle-ageCause you never back an animalthat struggles on two legsI`d rather back a stray with threethen one that sits up and just begsMilk will curdle, cheese go offexpensive wine maturekids grow up, parents downhusbands turn to tragic boreReceipts and life insurance all very wellbut don`t fully cover hateSo you can`t return this idiotWhen he`s past his sell-by-date