(Written by Elvis Costello Transcribed by Craig Ciccone w/ Bolan's Corrections). Oh a TV went off like three day old milk. That shook this town down better than most. And it always was less of idea and more of a boast. Oh you're burning in the bloom of life. 'Til you're powder in the grave. Or you're pounding in the counter beggin' for more. 'Til you evaporate. . You'd forgive her anything. If you look like you my pretty Miss. I wonder where you are tonight. And this place becomes pityless. . Oh I couldn't sleep but I can't complain. Oh this won't hurt a bit oh this won't hurt again. When the roof comes down and the walls move in. Oh he didn't know it could feel like that. And your face turned away and the day turned black. And the rain fell like a curtain. Oh it's my turn to begin. To forgive her anything. . You'd forgive her anything. If you knew what I know. You'd forgive her anything. So where did all my pride go?. . Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. . Oh oh oh oh you'd forgive her anything. If you knew what I know. You'd forgive her anything. So where did all my pride go?.