(Difford/Tilbrook)
Sitting there at home, he arrived home late
With no more blood cells to inebriate
He lunged at her there, she fell from the couch
He grabbed her body as he pulled her down
She was screaming no, kicking out at him
But he weighed a ton, she could never win
He fell down on her like a sack of snakes
Tears fell from her face as she cried and cried
When thereЎЇs hope, when thereЎЇs fear
What is there to say that he might hear
You turn him down with no mistake
Now youЎЇre leaving, the great escape
She ran from the room out of their back door
Leaving him to sleep on the front room floor
And she walked that night to the town hall square
She knew it was through and she didnЎЇt care