The Beighley Grange - Happily Apart Lyrics

Forever there will be
From the end to the beginning
A child screaming in a pushchair
While the mother chooses gin

Fortunately and at last
Theses decision's are now my past
I'm cast away from doubt
I've let the chickens out

Why
Cant I fit in

Surplus to demand
My wit is undone and unarmed
I have no tattoos on my arm
What have we to talk about?

Scream my last scream
Bedtime scones and cream
I've got a shadow person at the end of my bed
And I'm not dead yet

I'd take you for a date
But there's one thing I cant relate to
Your fascist views "Shoot the migrants in the sea"
There goes you
There goes me
Happily apart
Agreeing to disagree

Why
Cant I fit in

There goes you
There goes me
Happily apart
Happily to disagree