While some sore heads will rue last night's endeavours Make Sunday's vow that they won't get so leathered Dad's shout at lads so they foul number seven There's no need for fighting; they're only eleven Mmm, a little introduction to the state of things
What of the woman, who stands by her fella, Despite the bruises brought on by the Stella To cook and to clothe and to clean and to screw Ain't the sum total of all she can do
What of the woman who waits with the feeling Of black holes and lost nights and strange looking ceilings Haze around half nine, remember she thinks Bloke in a red shirt with drops in the drink
Mmm, teaching and telling 'bout the state of things Mmm, never taught you at school about the state of things
Look down, just look down; you're too scared to turn 'round Says he's gonna get you with all of his mates Heartbeat, your heart beats; he says that you're dead meat The bully waits for you outside the school gates
Making you aware of the state of things A little introduction to the state of things I'm making to sing about the state of things They never taught you at school about the state of things
And what of the woman who's there in the station Whose White Lightning refuge is inebriation Some wench on park bench contrasts with your cash She's not gonna kill ya, or give you a rash
Making you aware of the state of things A little introduction to the state of things I'm making to sing about the state of things They never taught you at school about the state of things I'm telling you straight about the state of things 1-9-8-4 state of things Cuts me wide open, the state of things I am the reverend, I'll tell you 'bout the state of things.