T he Woman in blue she's a sking for revenge
T he man in white that's you says he h as no friends
T he river is swollen up with r usty cans
A nd the trees are burning in your p romised land
A nd there are no letters in the m ailbox
A nd there are no grapes upon the vi ne
A nd there are no chocolates in the b oxes anymore
And there are no d iamonds in the m ine
W ell you tell me that your lover has a b roken limb
Y ou say your kinda restless now and it's on account of him
W ell I saw the man in question it was j ust the other night
H e was eating up a lady where the l ions and christians fight
A nd there are no letters in the m ailbox
A nd there are no grapes upon the vi ne
A nd there are no chocolates in the b oxes anymore
And there are no d iamonds in the m ine
T here is no comfort in the c ovens of the witch
S ome very clever doctor went and s terilised the bitch
A nd the only man of energy yes the r evolution's pride
H e trained a hundred women just to k ill an unborn child
A nd there are no letters in your mailbox
A nd there are no grapes upon your v ine
A nd there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore
And there are no d iamonds in your mine