See those people there? They look after me |
| This is a photograph of who I might be |
| Man in a uniform, bride on his arm |
| Mum always was a fool for money and charm |
| He's been talkin' in his sleep again |
| Sayin' he's sorry, callin' my name |
| Sayin' how he's so ashamed |
Alone again in the lap of luxury |
Since it happened I had nothin' to say |
| It used to bother them but now it's okay |
| Mother cleans his dreadful house every day |
| Scrubbing at the stains that won't go away |
They sent me away to the school in the park |
| They said it would be good for me |
| I still hear the other kids cry in the dark |
Alone again in the lap of luxury |
| Is there no escape from the lap of luxury |
I don't remember the last time I cried |
| I don't remember much except lies |
| See the little girl spirallin' down |
| This is a photograph of who she is now |
One day this will all be yours he said |
| Tidy your room and straight to bed |
| Tidy up those thoughts in your head |
Alone again in the lap of luxury |
I could be anywhere right now |
| If I only had the nerve to leave this house |
| Maybe somewhere by the sea |
| Take me somewhere, anywhere please! |
We could make a pillow of sand and sleep |
| We could roll |
| We could make |
| We could see |
| We could scream |
Far, Father, Farthest |
| Oh daddy, you do not do anymore |
For God's sake don't pretend to be concerned |
| Turn into nightmares in the end |
| Throw a party for all my friends |
I. Now Wash your Hands |
You give up hope |
| You settle down |
| With your favourite soap |
Now wash your hands |