GBH Songtext
von Imelda May

GBH

Grievous battery harm replaces previous flattery and charm
For readers wives, whose daily lives are beyond the hum of the drum
Of the washing machine and routine and so scream at their other halves
For sitting in front of a screen instead of rollin′ in a bed with them

YouTube, YouPorn, KY, new norm
Couple's solo love with sock gloves
And do not disturb on the door, down the hall from each other, so


Batteries required to extinguish hot desires
Unsatisfied, ungratified from the bloke
Who for a while now is umbilically tied to the string of his
The wife stroke mother of his child
Who he never strokes as much as the chicken that he chokes
On his own, down the hall with his tinder-kinder, so

Empowered from her summer in Tian Shazam
And the summer that is Ann
And the secrets Victoria gave, and gave her wings and things
That could save her more than any bull she′s laboured for

Labia day, she celebrates over and over
Nine times in a row and countin'
Her wrists get tired, her little rampant boy expires
More batteries required for her waterproof wand, silver bullets, and toys
Glittery, gliding, silicone joys, all her wants, wills, filled, and thrilled
And no man's tongue will ever hit that spot again


As she writhes on the vibrations
And the waves of sweet Jesus sensations
As she grievous battery harms herself
All the way to Heaven