Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ...And In Every Home, artist - Elvis Costello.
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
...And In Every Home |
You turn to the sinister when you get the boot |
Sliding down the banister in your Sunday suit |
Lying on a slag heap of blankets and magazines |
She’s only thirty-five going on seventeen |
You’d better roll over and go to sleep if you don’t come clean |
(And in every home) |
And in every home there will be lots of time |
I will be all yours you might have been admired |
And in every home there will be lots of time |
They say they’re very sorry but you are not desired |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Because they don’t deserve us |
Holding your life in your hand |
With an artificial limp wrist |
And so a young blade becomes a has-been |
Looking for a new twist |
A year after the wedding he broke all their china plates |
He’s in prison now she’s running with his mates |
Sees him every Sunday |
And he asks her where she’s been |
She’s only thirty-five going on seventeen |
She’s going to cop a packet if he ever finds her |
In between the sheets |
(And in every home) |
And in every home there will be lots of time |
I will be all yours you might have been admired |
And in every home there will be lots of time |
They say they’re very sorry but you are not desired |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Because they don’t deserve us |
And in every home there will be lots of time |
I will be all yours you might have been admired |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Oh heaven preserve us |
Because they don’t deserve us |
And in every home |
And in every home |
And in every home |
And in every home |