Pink Skinned Man

Autumn comes in here
Hedges heaving huge
At the touch of driving rain
Dear lover you’re no good
Dear lover you’ve no right
Yours sincerely, someone else
With a grudge

There’s nothing in this for me
There’s nothing in this for me

He still had a break
Sell instruction
All summer long
What he had earned
Three weeks off
And he married then
Left his shiny bag full of garbage
On the stair, Monday nights

There’s nothing in this for me
There’s nothing in this for me

It swallowed me alive
Hung me out to dry
They won’t give and now I take
And all this time for dress
If in future years you need help
Don’t look at me
Cannibal

Threats couldn’t make you sincere
I haven’t liked you for years
There’s nothing in this for me
There’s nothing in this for me

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