Lyrics Sons and Daughters

Sons and Daughters

Rama Lama

On a blue antique night

In early October

His wavy brown hair

Stuck wet to his shoulder

And its click, click, click

Go the heels of his feet

Listen

How long has it been since the boyfriend has visited

The milk's in a pile by the door

Her series is playing on terrestrial T.V. the neighbours they don't even know

And its click, click, click

Go the heels of his feet

Listen

Did you hang her out to dry?

The meal that she was going to eat for her dinner

Is left on a plate by the stove

While there's unopened bills and letters and junk mail

All strewn on the mat by the door

And its click, click click

Go the heels of his feet

Listen

Did you hang her out to dry?

Rama lama lama

Shake, shake, shake, shake

How long has it been since the boyfriend has visited

The papers are filling the close

While she's face down on porcelain

An inchful of bathwater

The neighbours they don't even know or care

And its drip, drip, drip

Goes the tap on her ankles

Listen

Did you hang her out to dry?

Rama lama lama

Shake, shake, shake, shake