Sometimes it's funny how eloquence sounds eloquent And sometimes all that you can do is all that you can do
"¦Always talking in my ear and causing Pain and jealousy and hateful feelings I don't want And can't you see that I think only of my legacy
Spilt milk will make you cry
I live off bread and milk and alcohol and tea and coffee, Sometimes I'll make an egg but hate to break the shell, When you have no money milk that spilt will make you cry But look back and you'll smile
Spilt milk will make you cry
I've made use for knives and guns And not much use for love
Spilt milk will make you cry
Spilt milk will make you cry Spilt milk bring a tear to your eye