[00:00.00] 作曲 : Kevin Crompton/Edward Francis Sharp[01:02.43]Sometimes he was playful and he'd roll a ball - she'd fetch it[01:03.72]And she rolled. They'd ball[01:04.77]She'd grin, she'd bear it[01:06.09]Closed her eyes and thought of processed peas, the price of cheese[01:12.93]And adverts on T.V.[01:15.36]So he'd squeeze a little harder - 'til it hurt[01:24.60]And she thought of scars, she thought of burns; across her arms[01:29.34]A bursting heart and burning hate[01:32.79]There's always hate. There's always pain[01:45.63]A creeping stain across the linen that she'd lie in[01:49.41]Night out, night in[01:50.31]Every night the same[01:53.28]They'd stay in - saying nothing[02:23.31]She thought of knives, of paraffin around his chair[02:25.20]A careless cigarette[02:27.66]Forget it! He said how she had to keep things clean[02:49.92](Lick the carpet, dust the dog)[03:01.74]You have to keep things clean[03:23.70]Oh you've got to keep things clean