Track 10 of _Clutching At Straws_ ---



I was flicking through the channels on the tv

on a Sunday in Milwaukee in the rain

trying to piece together conversations, trying to find out where to lay the

blame



But when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend

For when it gets right down to it there's no one here

that's left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me

we're just sugar mice in the rain



I heardd Sinatra calling me through the floorbaords

where you pay a quarter for a partnership in rhyme

to the jukebox cying in the corner

while the waitress is counting out the time



For when it comes right down to it there's no use trying to pretend

For when it gets right down to it there's no one really

left to blame, blame it on me, you can blame it on me

we're just sugar mice in the rain



I know what I feel, know what I want I know what I am

daddy took a raincheck

Cos I know what I want, know what I feel I know what I need

daddy took a raincheck, your daddy took a raincheck

ain't no one in here that's left to blame but me, blame it on me, blame it on

me



Well the toughest thing that I ever did was talk to the kids on the phone,

when I heard them asking questions that I knew that

that you were all alone, Can't you understand that the

government left me out of work, I just couldn't stand the

looks on their faces saying what a jerk



So if you want my address it's number one at the end of

the bar

where I sit with the broken angels clutching at straws and

nursing our scars, blame it on me, blame it on me

sugar mice in the rain, your daddy took a raincheck,

your daddy took a raincheck



(Holiday Inn, Milwaukee) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK