Beggars Bulletts

Don’t talk of broken or speak of ended
The less gets said the more gets mended
And since the candle’s ceased to burn
I’ve had to alter my concern

Yeah I know you’ve figured it out by now that this one’s for you
But I’m not throwing beggars bullets or turning any screws
But you were supposed to need me like I needed you.

So you moan, moan, moan about sweet turning sour
Chin up, chin up, chin up mummy’s little cauliflower
The time has come to leave the charnel home
And now wherever mary goes, she’s going alone

Yeah I know you’ve figured it out by now that this one’s for you
But I’m not throwing beggars bullets or turning any screws
But you were supposed to need me like I needed you.