文本歌词

And In Every Home - Elvis Costello (埃尔维斯 科斯特洛)
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 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 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