Andrew,
that's the way he acts when Simpson's not at home.
He never stops to wait.
The fact is, sitting there alone,
chipped up from his wooden bed,
pouring pop some tea instead.
Now he's turning on the TV,
set the radio as well.
Suddenly he noticed that it's ringing in a bell.
Rush into the kitchen door,
find out what he's looking for.
It's just another kid next door with magazines full of sand.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, he's left alone again.
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
she never understood.
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
he's left alone again.
Now he's crawling round the corners,
hunting bones and fallen hair.
Not a single grain of dust they expect to be spared.
Meantime he reflects upon their weak economy.
All the cleaning work is done in a dust laundry.
It has to be on the peg when she finally comes back again.
The Simpson handbag husband and that,
doing what they do.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
he's left alone again.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, she never understood.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, he's left alone again.
Never like pornography, fights equal apathy.
It's our responsibility,
strive against fragility.
Cause I don't think of Marsha,
I see it almost everywhere.
Cause I don't think of Marsha,
I see it almost everywhere.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
he's left alone again.
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
she never understood.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, he's left alone again.