Poor Napoleon

2012-01-22 | by Elvis Costello
Writer: Songwriters: Mac Manus Declan Patrick

I can't lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin You can take the truthful things you've said to me And fit them on the head of a pin
Poor Napoleon Poor Napoleon
You always look so disappointed When I take my stockings off Don't you know the facts of life, boy? Don't you know what these things cost?
She was selling stolen kisses To traveling salesmen and minstrel singers You put a penny in the slot She called you her magic fingers
Poor Napoleon Poor Napoleon
I bet she isn't all that's advertised I bet that isn't all she fakes Just like that place where they take your spine And turn it into soap flakes
Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl Did you ever think there's far too many people in the world? One day they'll probably make a movie out of all of this There won't even have to be a murder, just a slow dissolving kiss
Poor Napoleon Poor Napoleon
So good night little school boy You better learn some self control Did you mess up your hairstyle? Pour scorn in your begging bowl
Poor Napoleon