The Venus Of The Soup Kitchen Lyrics - Prefab Sprout

The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting 

There for me and all us poor 

Cripples, who've been in the wars 

End up sleeping on her floor 

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah 

When you're scared of down and out 

You keep it to yourself and if anyone suspects 

You say "Who me? Hardly" 

You tell him, "Thank your stars, this isn't Derby day 

'Cos it's clear you've got the gift 

For backing the wrong horse, Charlie" 

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah 

When you're scared of down and out 

You camouflage your fear with a fakin' DJ smile 

And maybe some boogie dancin' 

But there's no need to be proud 

Hey, if something's hurtin' you 

Could be, it hurts your brothers too 

From Langley Park to Memphis 

(Last night) 

Last night I dreamed 

I dared to raise my head 

The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me 

Singing, sometimes the job gets you down 

You're ashamed that the word will get 'round 

Well, all you poor 

Cripples, who've been in the wars 

End up sleeping on my floor 

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah 

Now some will spin you yarns to keep you quiet for a while 

But you know that's not my style, who needs fancy footwork? 

'Cos none of it adds up, no, it doesn't weigh a thing 

And it doesn't buy you beer from Langley Park to Memphis 

(Last night) 

Last night I dreamed 

I dared to raise my head 

The Venus of the soup kitchen stood over me 

Singing 

Here you are, and I won't tell you've no one else but me 

Every night I know you'll be here staring hungrily 

Well, here you are, no, I won't tell 'cos everyone I know 

Wanders down here every night, they've nowhere else to go 

The Venus of the soup kitchen is standing there over me 

Every night I'm gonna be here staring hungrily 

The Venus of the soup kitchen is waiting there for me 

And all us poor 

Cripples, who've been in the wars 

End up sleeping on her floor