One day my heart sings and the next it bleeds
Take away your carrots on strings arrows and slings your browbeating
Are you really ahead of your time or just ahead of bad taste
Morning is drawning it's sleeping time stupefied in my own brine
We had such high hopes high hopes high hopes
You are [bad word] beautiful though
And high hopes high hopes high hopes
You are [bad word] beautiful
One day my hand shakes wearing itself gin again for God's sake
In [bad word] hangs a little black hand putting our heads in the sand
Little fat dogs little [bad word] sods they're barking and screaming
Drinking and oblivion seem much more convivial
We had such high hopes high hopes high hopes
You are [bad word] beautiful though
It's high hopes high hopes high hopes
You are [bad word] beautiful
One day my heart sings and the next it bleeds
Take away your carrots on strings arrows and slings your beautiful things
It's high hopes and high hopes and high hopes
You are [bad word] beautiful though
And high hopes high you are [bad word] beautiful [bad word] beautiful