Elvis Costello - Big Sister lyrics

Sheep to the slaughter Oh, this must be love All your sons and daughters in a strangle, all with a kid glove Eyes like saucers; oh, you think she's a dish She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish Big sister will be watching over you Sister see, sister do She's got to save me She's got you playing russian roulette Sport of kings, the old queen's heart The prince of darkness stole some tart It's in the papers, it's in the charts It's in the stop press before it all starts With a hammer and a slap 'n' tickle in inquisitive garments With all the style and [?] purchase of armaments Compa**ion went out of fashion, that's all your concernment Sweat it out for thirty seconds on all the prudeness Big sister will be watching over you Sister see, sister do She's got to save me She's got you playing russian roulette She's got to save me She's got you playing russian roulette