I feel for you you little horror. Safe at your mother’s breast. No lucky break for you around the corner. ‘Cos your father is a bully. And he thinks that you’re a pest. And your sister she’s no better than a whore. Life seems so rosy in the cradle. but I’ll be a friend I’ll tell you what’s in store. There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow. There’s nothing to grow up for anymore. Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you. And throw you on the side. And all because they love themselves sincerely. And the man holds a bread-knife. Up to your throat is four feet wide. And he’s anxious just to show you what it’s for. Your mother works so hard to make you happy. But take a look outside the nursery door. There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow. There’s nothing to grow up for anymore. All the sad and empty faces. That pass you on the street. All running in their sleep all in a dream. Every loving handshake. Is just another man to beat. How your heart aches just to cut him to the core. Life seems so rosy in the cradle. but I’ll be a friend I’ll tell you what’s in store. There’s nothing at the end of the rainbow. There’s nothing to grow up for anymore