Inventing the Black Country

The Boxing Match

The

First

My little baby
Life’s a boxing match
And we were punch-drunk lovers
Bounding at the snatch

My little baby
Youth, and lust, and love
The hits will blur your vision
Til the first round bell is rung

It was a civil ceremony
At the barrel of a gun
Love’s young flame extinguished
When it’s only just begun

Oh my sweet darling
Your Daddy died in a desert
Fighting in another man’s war
And you and me, we’re still waiting on
The things he was fighting for

My little baby
Recession’s back in fashion
And you better hope it’s really love
When you no longer rouse the passion

My little baby
Let no man tear apart
The rizla-thin divider
From a broken life or heart

It was a civil ceremony
At the salute of a gun
Love’s young flame extinguished
When it’s only just begun