Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pity The Child, artist - Murray Head.
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Song language: English
Pity The Child |
The Deal |
>From the Musical Chess |
-The American |
Communist, democrat |
An intriguing collusion |
Fair exchange — tit for tat |
Comradeship in profusion |
And the appeal, partner |
Of this deal, partner |
Is we all stand to win |
You and me, the lady also |
Don’t break her heart, partner |
Just be smart, partner |
Let her think that her past |
Is as pure as snow in Moscow |
Thank God we’re so civilised |
And our word can be our bond |
We can turn this into friendship for life |
And beyond |
-The Russian |
Refugee, total shit |
Is how I’ve always seen us Not a help you’ll admit |
To agreement between us There’s no deal, partner |
Who’s your real partner? |
Could there be just a chance |
That you’ve got some heavy clients? |
-The American (+ voice of Molokov) |
That’s not true, partner |
How could you, partner |
Think I’d want to pursuse |
Any deal but our alliance? |
-(on his own) |
How can you only think |
Of your selfish ambition |
And not of her position |
Or you’d rather perhaps |
See her world collapse |
For a tinpot competition |
-The Russian |
There’s no deal! |
-The American |
Silly boy, woman who |
He should not have let walk out |
There’s no hitch that we two |
Can’t untangle or talk out |
And the appeal, partner |
Of this deal, partner |
Is we both stand to win |
We’ll bring back the golden era |
Stick with me, honey |
Leave him be, honey |
In return I know who’ll |
Tell you all they know in Moscow |
-Florence |
Are you sick? |
Are you mad? |
You still don’t understand |
Why I loathe you, why I left you |
-Florence and the Russian |
Who’d ever think it Such a squalid little ending |
Watching him descending |
Just as far as he can go |
I’m learning things I didn’t want to know |
Who’d ever guess it This would be the situation |
One more complication |
Should be neither here nor there |
I wish I had it in me not to care |
-The Russian |
Let him spill out his hate |
Till he knows he’s deserted |
There’s no point wasting time |
Preaching to the perverted |