Pruning Shears

'Pruning Shears' is the third song on The Amazing Devil's first album, Love Run

## Platforms

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SoundCloud: Soho radio

## Lyrics

(Joey) So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on they’re so filthy rich

Comparing oil rigs, how their girlfriend’s new car is so kitsch

Hanging off the chandeliers, their daughters are scoring with the auctioneers

And the oldies at the back try their best to hack their way out with the gardener’s pruning shears/

/And they’re discussing champagne

The latest and greatest lame campaign, and how their brothers own shares one

Day it’ll make them millionaires, you see this girl, she

Looks like she crawled out the lost and found

She pulls right up to my ear and says

Whatever you do don’t turn

(Madeleine)/ Love it's a game Champagne’s the main course

A million stairs and a million stares

Unfurl my wings

My fall makes no sound here

Don’t turn around dear

Don’t turn

Chorus: Roundabouts and washing lines

We do each other's laundry in our hearts sometimes

Come back

Come back

We don’t have time to fuck around

Abouts and washing lines

We do each others laundry in our hearts sometimes

Come back

Come back we don’t have time to fuck around/

(J): /Only one not wearing cufflinks, only one not begging to buy her drinks

Watching the clocks and

Do you think she even knows I bought my shoes from oxfam

And they’re telling jokes

Got that one about two men in a tent

Laughs out loud at mine do you like my accent like my accent

And I’ll watch her ruin her life and dye her hair bright colours

Become someone’s wife Forget the girl that she once was

And I’ll sit by Cocktail gripped in a shaking hand thinking what the hell went wrong cos we had this planned

Had it all planned

(M): /On the brink

Though we’ll drink

Yes I do even know you bought your shoes from oxfam

Watch me choke at your bad joke

There’s no fucking way you’re from southend

I’m no one’s wife strife

All those fellas

Only scarecrow left in oz

I’ll cry sail to foreign lands

The best laid plans had it all planned

*Chorus*

(J) It’s getting late

Look a complete and utter state

She pops out the blue and says

Both: Doesn’t matter mate

See this girl she’s been around

Bet you a pound

She pulls right up to my ear and says

Both: Whatever you do Don’t turn 'round/

(J): /My entire life it’s running away too fast

Watching everyone I’ve ever loved walk past

Never really quite getting the knack of

Knowing no one will not

Ever come back for you

(M): /My whole life

It won’t last

Merry make me love forget the past

I’m not telling but you can fuck off if no one will come back for you

Come back for you

*Chorus*

(J): /So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on so filthy rich

Comparing oil rigs how their girlfriend’s new car is so kitsch

Hanging off the chandeliers their daughters are scoring with the auctioneers

And the oldies at the back

They’re at the back

And we can hear their cheers

(M): /So we’re at this shindig everything's going on they’re all bewitched

I’m drinking horlicks and my friends are telling me I’m pissed

Put up one hell of a fight ‘gainst all my sins and the candlelight

And don’t turn round Darling