| Song | End of The Rainbow |
| Artist | Barbara Manning |
| Album | 1212 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I feel for you, you little horror | |
| Safe at your mother's breast | |
| No lucky break for you around the corner | |
| âCos your father is a bully | |
| And he thinks that you're a pest | |
| And your sister, she's no better than a whore | |
| 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 | |
| Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you | |
| And throw you on the side | |
| And all because they love themselves sincerely | |
| And the man holds a bread-knife | |
| Up to your throat, is 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 the 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 on 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 him 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 |
| I feel for you, you little horror | |
| Safe at your mother' s breast | |
| No lucky break for you around the corner | |
| Cos your father is a bully | |
| And he thinks that you' re a pest | |
| And your sister, she' s no better than a whore | |
| 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 | |
| Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you | |
| And throw you on the side | |
| And all because they love themselves sincerely | |
| And the man holds a breadknife | |
| Up to your throat, is 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 the 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 on 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 him 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 |
| I feel for you, you little horror | |
| Safe at your mother' s breast | |
| No lucky break for you around the corner | |
| Cos your father is a bully | |
| And he thinks that you' re a pest | |
| And your sister, she' s no better than a whore | |
| 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 | |
| Tycoons and barrow boys will rob you | |
| And throw you on the side | |
| And all because they love themselves sincerely | |
| And the man holds a breadknife | |
| Up to your throat, is 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 the 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 on 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 him 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 |