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Rubber gloves and smiling nurses
Handkerchiefs pulled out of purses
Want to tell them but you don’t know what the word is
Loads of time to scream your lungs out
Make it last before it runs out
Cry all day
It’s a long long way from the cradle to the grave

Ignorance and adolescence
Stabilisers, driving lessons
Hours turning into minutes, turn to seconds
Doing all you can to help her
Stacking shelves to earn yourselves a living wage
Cos you had to run from the cradle to the grave

Every night's a night of passion
Waiting for a kid to happen
You can’t complain
As it crawls its way from the cradle to the grave
Na na na na na

Wedding bells and good intentions
Separate beds and private pensions
The kind of things you write in wills and never mention
Every month’s a month of Sundays
Monday comes, you find you must be
On your way
It’s a headstone's throw from the cradle to the grave
Na na na na na yeah