Angels in the sitting room The wind gets here at seven Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven And you can tell the boss she's keeping the curls Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls The flash is coming soon and we don't look so good Sorry that I sleep so much you've always understood Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven And you can tell the man she's keeping her eyes So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys She's never thrown a punch at least not until now You always make them violent you've always known just how They always tell stories they all go away We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then Some get up early some never pay Get used to it girlie its all for fun anyway Big ceremonies things that go fast Your cheer is such a treasure Your tears are like the weather There never meant to last