Song | End of The Rainbow |
Artist | Barbara Manning |
Album | 1212 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I feel for you, you little horror | |
Safe at your mother's breast | |
No lucky break for you around the corner | |
âCos your father is a bully | |
And he thinks that you're a pest | |
And your sister, she's no better than a whore | |
Life seems so rosy in the cradle | |
but I'll be a friend, I'll tell you what's in store | |
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There's nothing to grow up for anymore | |
Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you | |
And throw you on the side | |
And all because they love themselves sincerely | |
And the man holds a bread-knife | |
Up to your throat, is four feet wide | |
And he's anxious just to show you what it's for | |
Your mother works so hard to make you happy | |
But take a look outside the nursery door | |
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There's nothing to grow up for anymore | |
All the sad and empty faces | |
That pass you on the street | |
All running in their sleep, all in a dream | |
Every loving handshake | |
Is just another man to beat | |
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core | |
Life seems so rosy in the cradle | |
but I'll be a friend, I'll tell you what's in store | |
There's nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There's nothing to grow up for anymore |
I feel for you, you little horror | |
Safe at your mother' s breast | |
No lucky break for you around the corner | |
Cos your father is a bully | |
And he thinks that you' re a pest | |
And your sister, she' s no better than a whore | |
Life seems so rosy in the cradle | |
but I' ll be a friend, I' ll tell you what' s in store | |
There' s nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There' s nothing to grow up for anymore | |
Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you | |
And throw you on the side | |
And all because they love themselves sincerely | |
And the man holds a breadknife | |
Up to your throat, is four feet wide | |
And he' s anxious just to show you what it' s for | |
Your mother works so hard to make you happy | |
But take a look outside the nursery door | |
There' s nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There' s nothing to grow up for anymore | |
All the sad and empty faces | |
That pass you on the street | |
All running in their sleep, all in a dream | |
Every loving handshake | |
Is just another man to beat | |
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core | |
Life seems so rosy in the cradle | |
but I' ll be a friend, I' ll tell you what' s in store | |
There' s nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There' s nothing to grow up for anymore |
I feel for you, you little horror | |
Safe at your mother' s breast | |
No lucky break for you around the corner | |
Cos your father is a bully | |
And he thinks that you' re a pest | |
And your sister, she' s no better than a whore | |
Life seems so rosy in the cradle | |
but I' ll be a friend, I' ll tell you what' s in store | |
There' s nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There' s nothing to grow up for anymore | |
Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you | |
And throw you on the side | |
And all because they love themselves sincerely | |
And the man holds a breadknife | |
Up to your throat, is four feet wide | |
And he' s anxious just to show you what it' s for | |
Your mother works so hard to make you happy | |
But take a look outside the nursery door | |
There' s nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There' s nothing to grow up for anymore | |
All the sad and empty faces | |
That pass you on the street | |
All running in their sleep, all in a dream | |
Every loving handshake | |
Is just another man to beat | |
How your heart aches just to cut him to the core | |
Life seems so rosy in the cradle | |
but I' ll be a friend, I' ll tell you what' s in store | |
There' s nothing at the end of the rainbow | |
There' s nothing to grow up for anymore |