Lyrics The Beautiful South

The Beautiful South

Meanwhile

Jack confides in Catherine

That he's filing for divorce

Catherine gives her promise

To keep it secret but of course

As soon as backs are turned in soaps

They?re sharpening their claws

Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

The congregation's nervous

Especially bride to be

There's three of them, she?d rather have

Gone down on bended knee

Credits roll on, 'speak up now

Or forever hold your peace?

Meanwhile my whole world is collapsing

It's pretty odd some two bob God

Can somehow grip the nation

But maybe to us sad old mares

It's a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation

Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing

Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation

The whole wide world is collapsing

The oldest of the brothers

The audience thought was dead

Returns to find his sister and his wife

Tucked up in bed

If this is true to life

Feed me fantasy instead

Meanwhile the whole world is collapsing

It's pretty odd some two bob God

Can somehow grip the nation

But maybe to us sad old mares

It's a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation

Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing

Riots on the streets outside, they?re tearing up a nation

The whole wide world is collapsing

These petty little problems

They bring into our home

We actually tend to laugh about

'Cause ours would not get shown

And suffering's so much funnier

When it's theirs and not your own

Meanwhile your whole world is collapsing

It's pretty odd some two bob God

Can somehow grip the nation

But maybe to us sad old mares

It's a form of consolation

Makes us feel creative in a life minus creation

Meanwhile our whole world is collapsing

Look out on the streets outside, catch a conversation

The whole wide world is collapsing

The whole wide world is collapsing