Richard Thompson

I feel for ^Am you, you little ^F horror
Safe ^Dm at your mother's ^G breast
No ^Dm lucky ^Am break for ^F you around the ^G corner
'Cause your ^Am father is a ^F bully
And he ^Dm thinks that you're a ^G pest
C(?) F C Am
And your sister she's no better than a whore.
^Dm Life ^Am seems so ^F rosy in the ^G cradle,
But I'll ^Am be a ^G friend I'll ^F tell you what's in ^G store
There's ^Dm nothing ^Am at the ^F end of the ^G rainbow.
There's ^Am nothing ^G to grow ^F up for any ^G more
Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you
And throw you on the side
And all because they love themselves sincerely
And the man hold a bread knife
Up to you throat it's 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 your 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 in 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 hiom 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