Like Veronica Lyrics

Song	Like Veronica
Artist	Peter Hammill
Album	Veracious
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	作词 : Hammill
	Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
	and he says you look ever so pretty
	as he brushes the tear from your cheek almost tenderly...
	soon he'll be home.
	Falling in love was your first mistake,
	with a heart that held no trace of pity.
	As you look in the mirror you wonder what face you will see
	when he comes home.
	Soon he'll be
	in through the door in a cloud of rage and impotence;
	calling you whore, his greeting is a Glasgow Kiss;
	down on the floor you raise your arms but there is no defence...
	he's only in love with his fists.
	Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
	and the bruises won't show where he hits you;
	safe behind the curtain, in private, in secret nobody will see
	how he comes home.
	Soon he'll be
	into your face in a spittle-stream of vitriol and abuse,
	filling the place with the stench of alcohol and piss;
	no saving grace, no comfort, no escape and no excuse:
	he's only in love with his fists.
	If this is all that there is
	isn't there somewhere to run to?
	Or do you think in the future he'll change his ways?
	Is that why you stay?
	He is not your heaven-sent protector, he is not an angel from above,
	he is not the man that you once married: now his fists are all he loves.
	He is just a weakling and a bully, he is not the devil in disguise;
	he is not the man that you once married, he only wants to see you cry.
	He only wants to hear you beg, he only wants to see you hurt,
	he only wants to see you bleed, he only want to make you cry.
	He is not your heaven-sent protector, he is not an angel from above,
	he is not the man that you once married: now his fists are all he loves.
	Oh, darling, darling, is that why you stay?
	His fists are all he loves.

	zuo ci : Hammill
	Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
	and he says you look ever so pretty
	as he brushes the tear from your cheek almost tenderly...
	soon he' ll be home.
	Falling in love was your first mistake,
	with a heart that held no trace of pity.
	As you look in the mirror you wonder what face you will see
	when he comes home.
	Soon he' ll be
	in through the door in a cloud of rage and impotence
	calling you whore, his greeting is a Glasgow Kiss
	down on the floor you raise your arms but there is no defence...
	he' s only in love with his fists.
	Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
	and the bruises won' t show where he hits you
	safe behind the curtain, in private, in secret nobody will see
	how he comes home.
	Soon he' ll be
	into your face in a spittlestream of vitriol and abuse,
	filling the place with the stench of alcohol and piss
	no saving grace, no comfort, no escape and no excuse:
	he' s only in love with his fists.
	If this is all that there is
	isn' t there somewhere to run to?
	Or do you think in the future he' ll change his ways?
	Is that why you stay?
	He is not your heavensent protector, he is not an angel from above,
	he is not the man that you once married: now his fists are all he loves.
	He is just a weakling and a bully, he is not the devil in disguise
	he is not the man that you once married, he only wants to see you cry.
	He only wants to hear you beg, he only wants to see you hurt,
	he only wants to see you bleed, he only want to make you cry.
	He is not your heavensent protector, he is not an angel from above,
	he is not the man that you once married: now his fists are all he loves.
	Oh, darling, darling, is that why you stay?
	His fists are all he loves.

	zuò cí : Hammill
	Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
	and he says you look ever so pretty
	as he brushes the tear from your cheek almost tenderly...
	soon he' ll be home.
	Falling in love was your first mistake,
	with a heart that held no trace of pity.
	As you look in the mirror you wonder what face you will see
	when he comes home.
	Soon he' ll be
	in through the door in a cloud of rage and impotence
	calling you whore, his greeting is a Glasgow Kiss
	down on the floor you raise your arms but there is no defence...
	he' s only in love with his fists.
	Wear your hair like Veronica Lake
	and the bruises won' t show where he hits you
	safe behind the curtain, in private, in secret nobody will see
	how he comes home.
	Soon he' ll be
	into your face in a spittlestream of vitriol and abuse,
	filling the place with the stench of alcohol and piss
	no saving grace, no comfort, no escape and no excuse:
	he' s only in love with his fists.
	If this is all that there is
	isn' t there somewhere to run to?
	Or do you think in the future he' ll change his ways?
	Is that why you stay?
	He is not your heavensent protector, he is not an angel from above,
	he is not the man that you once married: now his fists are all he loves.
	He is just a weakling and a bully, he is not the devil in disguise
	he is not the man that you once married, he only wants to see you cry.
	He only wants to hear you beg, he only wants to see you hurt,
	he only wants to see you bleed, he only want to make you cry.
	He is not your heavensent protector, he is not an angel from above,
	he is not the man that you once married: now his fists are all he loves.
	Oh, darling, darling, is that why you stay?
	His fists are all he loves.

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