Lyrics:

Sometimes he was playful and he'd roll a ball - she'd fetch it and she rolled
They'd ball
She'd grin, she'd bear it, closed her eyes and thought of processed peas, the price of cheese, the adverts on TV
So he squeezed a little harder - till it hurt
And she thought of scars, she thought of burns; a bursting heart and burning hate
There's always hate
There's always pain
A creeping stain across the linen that she'd lie in
Night out, night in
Every night the same
They'd stay in - saying nothing
She thought of knives, of paraffine around his chair and a careless cigarette
Forget it! He said how she had to keep things clean...(lick the carpet, dust the dog) You have to keep things clean! (mow the windows, shine the socks) Oh you have to keep things