Surging out of Convalescence Lyrics
| Song | Surging out of Convalescence |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Achtung Bono |
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| Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong | |
| No-one’s scoring and there’s too much chat between each throw | |
| Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull | |
| Granted, bull’s a double and an out, but I know that they don’t | |
| Know, therefore | |
| I propose | |
| No Soap Darts | |
| Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat? | |
| Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach | |
| Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit | |
| Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow | |
| Strive in vain | |
| For they say | |
| Few succeed | |
| I wrote to the Horse & Hounds | |
| To gloat over what I’d done | |
| I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system | |
| Let’s face it, what’re they going to do? | |
| It’s not as if they know where I live | |
| And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984 | |
| Heartbroken matrons | |
| On joyless beds | |
| For those whose souls the iron has entered | |
| And if I get to Heaven’s gate | |
| I’ll doubtless have to wait | |
| While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk | |
| The inside of a Halex Three-Star table-tennis ball | |
| Smells much like you’d expect it to |
| Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong | |
| Noone' s scoring and there' s too much chat between each throw | |
| Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull | |
| Granted, bull' s a double and an out, but I know that they don' t | |
| Know, therefore | |
| I propose | |
| No Soap Darts | |
| Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat? | |
| Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach | |
| Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit | |
| Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow | |
| Strive in vain | |
| For they say | |
| Few succeed | |
| I wrote to the Horse Hounds | |
| To gloat over what I' d done | |
| I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system | |
| Let' s face it, what' re they going to do? | |
| It' s not as if they know where I live | |
| And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984 | |
| Heartbroken matrons | |
| On joyless beds | |
| For those whose souls the iron has entered | |
| And if I get to Heaven' s gate | |
| I' ll doubtless have to wait | |
| While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk | |
| The inside of a Halex ThreeStar tabletennis ball | |
| Smells much like you' d expect it to |
| Darts in soap operas, oh, so wrong, oh so wrong | |
| Noone' s scoring and there' s too much chat between each throw | |
| Worse than this though is when cheers are raised for the bull | |
| Granted, bull' s a double and an out, but I know that they don' t | |
| Know, therefore | |
| I propose | |
| No Soap Darts | |
| Is your child hyperactive, or is he perhaps a twat? | |
| Sometimes I like to watch Wave Rage down on Fistral Beach | |
| Last Ash Wednesday I had tantric sex and it was shit | |
| Next Ash Wednesday I might strive to lick my elbow | |
| Strive in vain | |
| For they say | |
| Few succeed | |
| I wrote to the Horse Hounds | |
| To gloat over what I' d done | |
| I stored their magazine in a data retrieval system | |
| Let' s face it, what' re they going to do? | |
| It' s not as if they know where I live | |
| And anyway I cut that caper back in 1984 | |
| Heartbroken matrons | |
| On joyless beds | |
| For those whose souls the iron has entered | |
| And if I get to Heaven' s gate | |
| I' ll doubtless have to wait | |
| While St Peter investigates the inevitable asterisk | |
| The inside of a Halex ThreeStar tabletennis ball | |
| Smells much like you' d expect it to |
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