Tea and sympathy

I’ve sent out letters, invitations to
I sent a man in a mask wearing a long black sheet
To deliver all my words
To people that believe
I gave a letter to a harlot at the bottom of a street
It said three o clock at mine
All my friends will be here to entwine
I’ve seen her head explode
I’ve felt the hate for her self
Ive see her once romantic skin
Grow restless and thin
I hope she will join me at my home
I will try giving her words that may help
Hope she does turn up ill fill up her cup
Hope she is here at three
For tea and sympathy

A dwarf on wet stilts
He’s going to join me to
He will tell me a few secrets
Maybe a few lies to
He told me he might be late
He doesn’t want to walk straight in
He said “make sure there’s somebody at the gate”
He doesn’t want all eyes on him
As he walks throw the door
He doesn’t want to feel small
He’s been throw all that before
We will talk of how things are
Things that once was
Thing that are going to be
When we sit and have tea and sympathy

The elephant man
He sits against a wall
He can here all conversations
At the rendezvous
At the small talking train stations
Tears from his drowned eyes
They fall into a puddle of sorrow
In a room that’s filled with mirrors
Where the walls they seem so hollow
He holds a picture in his hand
He doesn’t like the reflection in the glass
Simple minded names fired at him
But to his acquiesce
He’s agreed to join me
For tea and sympathy

The bearded lady
Her eyes so sad
A beautiful face she once had
She counts her hours
She’s going to change her ragged clothes
Before she joins me for tea
She was in the circus show
She wants the wind to blow her west
To heal her mind and to take a rest
When she goes I hope she lives her dreams
Hope she meets somebody
That will treat her like a queen
She told me she was going to
Spread her wings and flee
After our tea and sympathy

Now William Wallace and Hannibal Barker
They go waltzing with there army’s
They march on haunted lands
They are surrounded by thousands
In there troubled minds there on there own
They can here voices and trumpets in there heads
Played by kings next to there thrown
Calling the soldiers home
William sees his woman floating above the moon
Hannibal sees his reflection looking into a metal spoon
Asking him self do I have a reason to go on
Now that his love one has gone
William told me he’s going to be here early to avoid the queue
Hannibal will be here at half three
For Tea and sympathy

Good bye seems to be a simple word
It’s just hard for me to say
The words won’t come out of my mouth
I want to see how the moon looks
From where you are standing, down south
Now I should have understood
You were never any good
As I saw you naked there
On a mattress on the kitchen floor
Getting high to Beethoven’s ninth
I was peeking throw the door
The ghost of you still lingers in my head
I’ve got this vicar he’s going to execute you
Then I will believe and see
Ill no longer have to have tea and sympathy