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My head was stuck in the cat flap on the door

Where I could see her walking on the kitchen floor

Down on my knees

Just like a dog

Begging for scraps that she said she hadn't got

She took her pen she poked me in the eye

As through the lock I looked to see my world inside

I kicked and swore

Void of all brain

I couldn't see that I was the one to blame



Cold shoulder

Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge

Cold shoulder

She had laid the plans where we built our bridge

To a better life

Cold shoulder



I had been chased by a hairbrush that she threw

Life was blurred when the hand of fate came into view

It smacked my face

I was released

I came back home where life became a feast



Cold shoulder

Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge

Cold shoulder

She had laid the plans where we built our bridge

To a better life

Cold shoulder

Then I fell over

Into a bush