There’s no cure for this sickness
And no rest for these bones
There will be no end to this screaming
And no way to ever get home
Ignored all of the warnings
And all of the best advice
Didn’t read the back of the packet
Till after I’d swallowed the mice
There’s no sleep for the wicked
And no salve for these burns
No cupboard for you to crawl up in
Nobody you know ever learns
Didn’t hear the end of the story
Or listen to the moral of the tale
Just skipped to the bit in middle
About the boy swallowed whole by a whale
Nobody is calling the hospital
No one can remember your name
No place is set at the table
No one joining in with the game
Walked out of the house with the stove on
Jammed a knife in the slot for the bread
Stuck my tongue to the end of a battery
And poured petrol all over the bed
