Stitch That — текст песни (Chumbawamba)

When I was about fourteen I used to go out with complete dickheads-- blokes that thought they had a right to hit ya. Only I didn`t realize, and one day a bloke called young Collet, punched me And I pulled him down by hair and I punched his fucking head in.
A husband came home drunk each night
And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white
He thrashed her to within an inch of her life
Then he slept like a log, did her husband
As he lay and snored in bed
A strange idea came into her head
She went for the needle and she went for the thread
And straight to her sleeping husband
She started to stitch with a girlish thrill
With a woman`s art and a seamstress` skill
She pinned and tucked with an iron will
All around her sleeping husband
Husband awoke with a pain in his head
He found he could not move in bed
Sweet Christ I`ve lost the use of me legs!
Wife just smiled at her husband
Three six nine, he drank wine
He got hooked by a stitch in time
She broke, he got choked and they never went to heaven in a little row boat
Clap clap, clap clap
Clap clap, clap clap
My mother told me, if I was goodie
That she would by me a loaded Uzi
She thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue
With a frying pan and a colander, too
With a rolling pin just a stroke or two
A battered and bleeding husband
Isn`t it true what small can do
With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two
He`s wiped his slate, his boozing`s through
Goodbye to a drunken husband
Kick out the jams, motherfucker!