Lyrics Pills and Soap - Elvis Costello & The Attractions
They
talked
to
the
sister,
the
father
and
the
mother
With
a
microphone
in
one
hand
and
a
chequebook
in
the
other
And
the
camera
noses
in
to
the
tears
on
her
face
The
tears
on
her
face
The
tears
on
her
face
You
can
put
them
back
together
with
your
paper
and
paste
But
you
can′t
put
them
back
together
You
can't
put
them
back
together
What
would
you
say?
What
would
you
do?
Children
and
animals
two
by
two
Give
me
the
needle
Give
me
the
rope
We′re
going
to
melt
them
down
for
pills
and
soap
Give
me
the
needle
Give
me
the
rope
We're
going
to
melt
them
down
for
pills
and
soap
Four
and
twenty
crowbars,
jemmy
your
desire
Out
of
the
frying
pan
into
the
fire
The
king
is
in
the
counting
house
Some
folk
have
all
the
luck
And
all
we
get
are
pictures
of
lord
and
lady
muck
They
come
from
lovely
people
with
a
hard
line
in
hypocrisy
There
are
ashtrays
of
emotion
for
the
fag
ends
of
the
aristocracy
The
sugar
coated
pill
is
getting
bitterer
still
You
think
your
country
needs
you
but
you
know
it
never
will
So
pack
up
your
troubles
in
a
stolen
handbag
Don't
dilly
dally
boys
rally
round
the
flag
Give
us
your
daily
bread
in
individual
slices
And
something
in
the
daily
rag
to
cancel
any
crisis
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