There's Too Many Irons In The Fire (Cardiacs)

She lived among hubbering flights and sparks She breathed them in they nested in her ears Life is toying with bringing back again The tool that planes against the grain Now too much has passed but never mind Because everything turns out nicely in the summertime There's too many irons in the fire There's iron loss from iron gain, And iron sadness iron Pain There's too many irons to regret There's too many irons to forget that there's Too many irons in the fire, Too many irons in the fire You broke me alive how can you do this, there's only one Of me There's too many irons in the fire There's iron guilt from iron waste of iron love for iron Hate There's too many irons in the fire, Too many irons in the Fire There's too many irons in the fire, there's too many irons In the fire (But everything turns out nicely in the summertime)