Spilt Milk - Eight Legs

Sometimes it’s funny

How eloquent sounds eloquent

And sometimes

All that you can do is all that you can

Sometimes I wish I had a button I could push

To make things go my way

The Argo’s always talking in my ear and causing

Pain and jealousy and hateful feelings I don’t want

And you can’t you that I think only of my legacy

And not much else at all

Sometimes, sometimes (sometimes)

Sometimes, sometimes (sometimes)

Spilt milk will make you cry (sometimes)

Sometimes, sometimes

I live off bread and milk and alcohol and tea and coffee

Sometimes I’ll make and egg but hate to break the shell

When you have no money milk you spilt will make you cry

But look back and you’ll smile

Sometimes, sometimes (sometimes)

Sometimes, sometimes (sometimes)

Spilt milk will make you cry (sometimes)

Sometimes, sometimes

Love is not much fun

Resenting everyone

I’ve no use for knives and guns

And not much use for love

Sometimes, sometimes (sometimes)

Sometimes, sometimes (sometimes)

Spilt milk will make you cry (sometimes)

Sometimes, sometimes (it will make you cry)

Sometimes, sometimes (it will make you cry)

Spilt milk will make you cry

Spilt milk’ll bring a tear to your eye

Sometimes, sometimes