Pruning Shears

'Pruning Shears' is the third song on The Amazing Devil's first album, Love Run

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Lyrics
(Joey) So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on they’re so filthy rich Comparing oil rigs, how their girlfriend’s new car is so kitsch Hanging off the chandeliers, their daughters are scoring with the auctioneers And the oldies at the back try their best to hack their way out with the gardener’s pruning shears/

/And they’re discussing champagne The latest and greatest lame campaign, and how their brothers own shares one Day it’ll make them millionaires, you see this girl, she Looks like she crawled out the lost and found She pulls right up to my ear and says Whatever you do don’t turn

(Madeleine)/ Love it's a game Champagne’s the main course A million stairs and a million stares Unfurl my wings My fall makes no sound here Don’t turn around dear Don’t turn

Chorus: Roundabouts and washing lines We do each other's laundry in our hearts sometimes Come back Come back We don’t have time to fuck around Abouts and washing lines We do each others laundry in our hearts sometimes Come back Come back we don’t have time to fuck around/

(J): /Only one not wearing cufflinks, only one not begging to buy her drinks Watching the clocks and Do you think she even knows I bought my shoes from oxfam And they’re telling jokes Got that one about two men in a tent Laughs out loud at mine do you like my accent like my accent

And I’ll watch her ruin her life and dye her hair bright colours Become someone’s wife Forget the girl that she once was And I’ll sit by Cocktail gripped in a shaking hand thinking what the hell went wrong cos we had this planned Had it all planned

(M): /On the brink Though we’ll drink Yes I do even know you bought your shoes from oxfam Watch me choke at your bad joke There’s no fucking way you’re from southend I’m no one’s wife strife All those fellas Only scarecrow left in oz I’ll cry sail to foreign lands The best laid plans had it all planned

Chorus

(J) It’s getting late Look a complete and utter state She pops out the blue and says

Both: Doesn’t matter mate

See this girl she’s been around Bet you a pound She pulls right up to my ear and says

Both: Whatever you do Don’t turn 'round/

(J): /My entire life it’s running away too fast Watching everyone I’ve ever loved walk past Never really quite getting the knack of Knowing no one will not Ever come back for you

(M): /My whole life It won’t last Merry make me love forget the past I’m not telling but you can fuck off if no one will come back for you Come back for you

Chorus

(J): /So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on so filthy rich Comparing oil rigs how their girlfriend’s new car is so kitsch Hanging off the chandeliers their daughters are scoring with the auctioneers And the oldies at the back They’re at the back And we can hear their cheers

(M): /So we’re at this shindig everything's going on they’re all bewitched I’m drinking horlicks and my friends are telling me I’m pissed Put up one hell of a fight ‘gainst all my sins and the candlelight And don’t turn round Darling