The Beautiful South - Spit It All Out Lyrics
I meant every word I saidBut only said half the words I meantThere's a load more where they came fromI suppose will get left unsentLike conversation startedbut don't know which way it wentLips don't miss the wish for a kiss,And time doesn't care how its spentAnd the only way a white lie showsIs the length of the gap between truthsImprison any feeling usually displayedAnd they wave white sheets from roofsPushchair to pensioner no-one said it rightSo it was simplifed to one great fibAnyone else who couldn't put it into wordsJust got their lips round good sex or a cigSo if you finally spit it all outMake sure you're wearing a bibAnd I suspect those described as drivenAre usually driven by their mum or their dadAnd motivation something you work onIf you cant spell properly or addAnd if self-belief is something you startedIts probably in a book I once hadSelf-belief the first target of thiefThe last thing on the mind of the madAnd when it comes to your final speechAnd as usual the cats got your tongueBe glad we're living in a world struck dumbWhere the fat lady hasn't yet sungPushchair to pensioner no-one said it rightSo it was simplified to one great fibAnyone else who couldn't put it into wordsJust got their lips round good sex or a cigSo if you finally spit it all outMake sure you're wearing a bibFrom where I'm sat, the lady's not fatShe's skinny with just the one lungAnd the send-off planned the thirty-piece bandHave been sacked and probably hungAnd anyone here who's a 'not sure'Got here but how they forgotAnd anyone dared ask a 'what for?'Will get what for on the spotSo if you finally spit it all outMake sure you're out of your cot
