It's a real mess

This was never a happy home
and now it's not a home at all

Separate beds, fights and silence

The only thing holding it together
is the fact that it won’t be ours soon

Business went down the pan, you see

Been down there since I started
truth be told

Up at 3am every damn morning
to dig myself deeper in debt
and make a good living for other men

I don’t think we know how to cope

What to do next that doesn’t involve
screaming, fighting and smashing the place up

So we scream, fight
and the place gets smashed up
as the kids look on

I tried a side-line…
tried a few

None of them worked
They never could

The bank manager knew
And the dairy manager

Seen a lot like me come and go

I just need to work out
who I owe

The bank?
or the dairy?

I think I’ll stick it to the bank

Good luck, Brian
- hope you’ve got a good story

You’ve had this coming

...

And now we’ve had our terminal fight

The knife is back in the kitchen drawer
and the worst is over

The kids are upstairs screaming
and she’s turning on them

Time to go

She’s hurling my stuff out the window
to entertain the neighbours

Obscenities violate the street
and my dad tells me I’m not going back this time

Too right, dad

It’s a real mess