(Written by Elvis Costello, Transcribed by Craig Ciccone w/ Bolan's Corrections)



Oh, a TV went off like three day old milk

That shook this town down better than most

And it always was less of idea and more of a boast

Oh, you're burning in the bloom of life

'Til you're powder in the grave

Or you're pounding in the counter beggin' for more

'Til you evaporate





You'd forgive her anything

If you look like you, my pretty Miss

I wonder where you are tonight

And this place becomes pityless





Oh, I couldn't sleep, but I can't complain

Oh, this won't hurt a bit, oh, this won't hurt again

When the roof comes down and the walls move in

Oh, he didn't know it could feel like that

And your face turned away and the day turned black

And the rain fell like a curtain

Oh, it's my turn to begin

To forgive her anything





You'd forgive her anything

If you knew what I know

You'd forgive her anything

So where did all my pride go?





Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh





Oh, oh, oh, oh, you'd forgive her anything

If you knew what I know

You'd forgive her anything

So where did all my pride go?