The Venus Of The Soup Kitchen

The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting

There for me and all us poor

Cripples, who've been in the wars

End up sleeping on her floor

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

When you're scared of down and out

You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects

You say "Who me? Hardly"

You tell him, "Thank your stars, this isn't Derby day

'Cos it's clear you've got the gift

For backing the wrong horse, Charlie"

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

When you're scared of down and out

You camouflage your fear with a fakin' DJ smile

And maybe some boogie dancin'

But there's no need to be proud

Hey, if something's hurtin' you

Could be, it hurts your brothers too

From Langley Park to Memphis

(Last night)

Last night I dreamed

I dared to raise my head

The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me

Singing, sometimes the job gets you down

You're ashamed that the word will get 'round

Well, all you poor

Cripples, who've been in the wars

End up sleeping on my floor

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Now some will spin you yarns to keep you quiet for a while

But you know that's not my style, who needs fancy footwork?

'Cos none of it adds up, no, it doesn't weigh a thing

And it doesn't buy you beer from Langley Park to Memphis

(Last night)

Last night I dreamed

I dared to raise my head

The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me

Singing

Here you are, and I won't tell you've no one else but me

Every night I know you'll be here staring hungrily

Well, here you are, no, I won't tell 'cos everyone I know

Wanders down here every night, they've nowhere else to go

The Venus of the soup kitchen is standing there over me

Every night I'm gonna be here staring hungrily

The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me

And all us poor

Cripples, who've been in the wars

End up sleeping on her floor