Robin Williamson - Mr. & Mrs. lyrics

He's wearing the breeches that father bequeathed him Grandfather's jacket still stained from the war Schoolmaster's hat and mother's familiar And thousands of souvenirs kept from before Still wearing the bruises of coppers and robbers Ring of the bishop on loving his thumb Once-bitten apple of jealous dispa**ion Twice-eaten hopes with the crust and the crumb She carries a gramophone and plays the same records Family choir playing truth equals pain Compulsively buying the devil's selection Of sugar-gilt nothing again and again Children come follow in grandfather's footsteps Lace on her fears and her man-of-war stare Mapping the course with the hard-learned lesson Magistrate's customer, and the three bear Mr and Mrs I know it's sore With the daily pitchfork and the martial law Old chat, young nervous, sweetness heart Working together to make this world Out of the pain of sweet gone sour I'm going to the beautiful country, don't you want to come? I'm caring for the break in my telephone line And people are buzzing me most of the time I'm dialling your eye I wait for my reply I'm here Now I'm on my way O Mr and Mrs Too many haters in this house You're in despair I understand your acceptedness From the tears in your eyes You know I won't leave till you come too.