
Like Veronica Peter Hammill
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[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
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
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