Beautiful South - The Final Spark Lyrics
Well the dice that I rollNever seems to land on sixAnd the 48 card packIs short of some of my old tricksThe horse I bet on all those years agoIs probably still running round the trackLike the marriage that I gamble onI’m due my money backWe could’ve learned, we could’ve burnedFrom the firework love ignitesBut the sparkler of romanceIt proved impossible to lightIf your country code or your green cross codeIt can leave a lasting markHistory books have showed, follow safety codeAnd stamp out your final sparkWell the husband that I married onceI should’ve kept him in a cageKept him sitting waiting thereTo show the tortoise middle-ageCause you never back an animalThat struggles on two legsI’d rather back a stray with threeThan one that sits up and just begsMilk will curdle, cheese go offExpensive wine matureKids grow up, parents downHusbands turn to tragic boreReceipts and life insurance all very wellBut don’t full cover hateSo you can’t return this idiotWhen he’s past his sell-by-date