Like Veronica Peter Hammill

[Verse 1]
Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
And he says you look ever so pretty
As he brushes the tear from your cheek almost tenderly...
Soon he'll be home

[Verse 2]
Falling in love was your first mistake
With a heart that held no trace of pity
As you look in the mirror you wonder what face you will see
When he comes home

[Chorus]
Soon he'll be
In through the door in a cloud of rage and impotence;
Calling you whore, his greeting is a Glasgow Kiss;
Down on the floor you raise your arms but there is no defence...
He's only in love with his fists

[Verse 3]
Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
And the bruises won't show where he hits you;
Safe behind the curtain, in private, in secret nobody will see
How he comes home

[Chorus]
Soon he'll be
Into your face in a spittle-stream of vitriol and abuse
Filling the place with the stench of alcohol and piss;
No saving grace, no comfort, no escape and no excuse:
He's only in love with his fists