(Difford/Tilbrook)  



My head was stuck in the cat flap on the door  

Where I could see her walking on the kitchen floor  

Down on my knees  

Just like a dog  

Begging for scraps that she said she hadn't got  

She took her pen she poked me in the eye  

As through the lock I looked to see my world inside  

I kicked and swore  

Void of all brain  

I couldn't see that I was the one to blame  



Cold shoulder  

Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge  

Cold shoulder  

She had laid the plans where we built our bridge  

To a better life  

Cold shoulder  



I had been chased by a hairbrush that she threw  

Life was blurred when the hand of fate came into view  

It smacked my face  

I was released  

I came back home where life became a feast  



Cold shoulder  

Like a slaughtered cow in a butcher's fridge  

Cold shoulder  

She had laid the plans where we built our bridge  

To a better life  

Cold shoulder  

Then I fell over  

Into a bush