Lyrics The Table - The Beautiful South

The Table

This table has four sturdy legs
A heart of very near wild oak
When others would have screamed out loud, my friend
This one never even spoke
I’ve been sat upon (ooh)
I’ve been spat upon (ooh)
I’ve been treated like a bed
Been carried like a stretcher when someone thinks they’re dead
I’ve been dined upon (ooh)
I’ve been wined upon (ooh)
I’ve been taken for a fool
Taken for a desk when they should have been at school
This table’s been pushed against the door
When tempers, well tempers flare at night
Banged upon with knuckles clenched my friend
When someone thinks that they are right
Tables only turn when tables learn
Put me on a bonfire, watch me burn
Treat me with some dignity, don’t treat me like a slave
Or I’ll turn to the coffin in your grave