Scattered
(James Barry, Alan Gebbie)

Walk in through the door scattered on the floor
A telling trail of whose been here before
And then the perpetrators rush you where you stand
These tiny people never never show their hand

All my life Ive been working out the next two scenes
They never really go the way I mean

The fighting wasnt clean - it's a finger pointing thing
The plot is thin the players are obscene
Im wondering what went went on whose right and who is wrong
The evidence is short the face is long

All my life Ive been working out the next two scenes
They never really go the way I mean

All my life Ive been working out the next two scenes
They never really go the way I mean

The writings on the wall the outrage and the gall
The midget artists illustrate the hall
And then you try to reason try to work things through
Is it them or is it really you

When she won't do what she's told - bolshy and too bold
Don't forget she's only five years old

All my life Ive been working out the next two scenes
They never really go the way I mean