Lyrics
You'll never fumigate the demons
No matter how much you smoke
Just say you love me for three good reasons
And I'll throw you the rope
You don't need it because you are the survivor
Of more than one life
And you're the only lover I had
Who ever slept with a knife
But you're not Judy Garland
Oh, just like me, you've never really had a home of your own
And I'm not Tony Hancock, baby
Until the dawn we'll stone the crows
We'll stone the crows
We'll stone the crows
And you see I've brought you flowers
I've brought you flowers, all collected from the Old Vic Stage
And I've been sitting here for hours, baby
Just chasing these words across the page
You're my Waterloo
I'll be your Gypsy Lane
And I'm so glad we know just what to do
And exactly who's to blame
You're my Waterloo
I'll be your Stanley Park
Well, I'm so glad we know just what to do
And no one's left stumbling around
Tumbling around
Fumbling around in the dark
Always in the dark
Always in the dark
Always in the dark
You're my Waterloo
I'll be your Calvary
Well, I'm so glad we know just what to do
And everyone's gonna be happy
'Cause everyone's gonna be happy
Everyone's gonna be happy
But of course
