Reverend And The Makers - State of Things lyrics

While some sore heads will rue last night’s endeavours

Make Sunday’s vow that they won’t get so leathered

Dads shout at lads so they foul number seven

There’s no need for fighting; they’re only eleven

They'll introduce you to the state of things

What of the woman, who stands by her fella,

Despite the bruises brought on by the Stella

To cook and to clothe and to clean and to screw

Is not the sum total of all she can do

They claim that the threats high, oh do me a favour

Control you by fear so you don't know your neighbour

Tube station at midnight, shoot them on sight

Hearts beating faster on jubilee line

The football fans fight cos United's at home

It's futile as bald men fighting for a comb

Adam gives Keeley what Donna gave him

Keeley shags Richard then gives it to Jim

I'm making you aware of the state of things

A little introduction to the state of things

I'm aching to sing about the state of things

Bet they don't teach you at school about the state of things

And then there's the woman who's there in the station

Whose white lightning refuge is inebriation

Some wench on park bench contrasts to your cash

She's not gonna kill ya or give ya a rash

I'm making you aware of the state of things

A little introduction to the state of things

I'm aching to sing about the state of things

Because we're all run by fools that's the state of things

I'm telling you straight about the state of things

1 9 8 4 the state of things

It cuts me wide open the state of things

I am The Reverend and i'll tell you about the state of things