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

You´d better roll over and go to sleep if you don´t come clean

(And in every home)
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)
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