One One Eight

You could scream could you, when she demands another loan, talk of bad news, god knows, make it right, like some ocean boom, she's on cloud nine, she floats down the avenue, her daisy head is blown, paints you and Ma lemon blue, spinning pennies in the night, she’ll break any curfew, never mind the fights, when she cries for truth, we know she's not alone, can't be bothered to argue, what's worse is the silence, all that's gone to ruin, me, my wife, our niceness, before asking for her due, she reveals a broken home, leaves us here to stew, she'll always break our bones.