The landlady's husband came up to town today
Since he left them both ten years ago to serve the ministry
The dark down road of his approach in constant rain was drenched
The tenant's boy said "How d'ya do" then swore in French
Did you teach this little child these curses on my soul
You should both be shut down in the coal-hole
That's the way to treat a child who cries out in the night
And a woman who teaches wrong from right
He's a Battered Old Bird
And he's living up there
There's a place where time stands still
If you keep taking those little pink pills
"Hush your mouth you hypocrite"
His humour cut her deep
The tight lipped leer of judgement
That had seen her love desert her just like sleep
"Filthy words on children's lips are better, my dear spouse
Then if I were to speak my mind about this house"
He's a Battered Old Bird
And he's living up there
years
wrong
words
where
trouble
treat
throw
these
there
those
their
teach
taking
swore
things
teaches
sweet
still
swallowed
stands
spouse
speak
sleep
serve
redeems
playing
place
pills
pieces
night
cries
rattling
bonfire
child
french
lipped
chopped
tight
house
mouth
hypocrite
already
always
bottle
think
constant
afraid
breakfast
other
maids
about
going
wishing
scattered
cares
woman
attic
burgundy
approach
should
battered
right
cupboard
since
begins
today
second
curses
better
husband
danced
traffic
drenched
deals
desert
stairs
outside
dream
everything
filthy
christmas
first
floor
sleeping
humour
judgement
through
beyond
dreams
little
living
walls
macintosh
sherry
ministry
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