Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Final Spark, artist - The Beautiful South.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
Final Spark |
Well, the dice that I roll |
Never seems to land on six |
And that forty-eight card pack |
Is short of some of my old tricks |
The horse I bet on all those years ago |
Is probably still running round the track |
Like the marriage that I gambled on |
I’m due my money back |
I’m due my money back |
We could’ve learned, we could’ve burned |
From the firework love ignites |
But that sparkler of romance |
It proved impossible to light |
If you’re country code or you’re green cross code |
It can leave a lasting mark |
History books have showed, follow safety code |
And stamp out your final spark |
Well, the husband that I married once |
I should’ve kept him in a cage |
Kept him sitting waiting there |
To show the tortoise middle age |
'Cause you never back an animal |
That struggles on two legs |
I’d rather back a stray with three |
Than one that sits up and just begs |
Than one that sits up and just begs |
We could’ve learned, we could’ve burned |
From the firework love ignites |
But that sparkler of romance |
It proved impossible to light |
If you’re country code or you’re green cross code |
It can leave a lasting mark |
History books have showed, follow safety code |
And stamp out your final spark |
Milk will curdle, cheese go off |
Expensive wine mature |
Kids grow up, parents down |
Husbands turn to tragic bore |
Receipts and life insurance all very well |
But don’t fully cover hate |
So you can’t return this idiot |
When he’s past his sell by date |
Milk will curdle, cheese go off |
Expensive wine mature |
Kids grow up, parents down |
Husbands turn to tragic bore |
Receipts and life insurance all very well |
But don’t fully cover hate |
So you can’t return this idiot |
When he’s past his sell by date |