No Thugs in Our House Songtext

von XTC

NO THUGS IN OUR HOUSE

The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies
On the line;
The husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while
Studying their cushion-floor;
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out,
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout,
A boy in blue is busy banging out a headache on
The kitchen door.
All the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy.
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy.

The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache
Will open up his book,
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who
Have been so badly kicked,
"Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much bear!"
"Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is
The one you've picked"
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy.

They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer,
They never read that tattoo on his arm,
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore.
They never thought he'd do folks any harm.
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies
On the line;
She's singing something stale and simple now
This business has fizzled out;
Her little tune is such a happy song,
Her son is innocent, he can't do wrong
'Cos Dad's a judge and knows exactly what the job of
Judging's all about
And all the while Graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy.
(Andy Partridge)