Crack In The Mirror - Cock Sparrer

Got drunk on Friday night, woke up Sunday morning

His bag’s by the front door, there’s no final warning

She thrown in all his clothes and all reasoning’s out

It’s the silence that killed him, he wished to God she’d shout

When you’re a man, it’s hard to see why

When you’re a man, you’re not allowed to cry

There’s a crack in the mirror, there’s blood on the floor

There’s an empty bottle of vodka that says you’re not needed any more

There’s a crack in the mirror, there’s a bullet in his head

There’s a note by his side that says without you I’m as good as dead

With tears in his eyes, he was too proud to show

He said «shall I call you», her shrug told him no

Why can’t she forget, why won’t she forgive

It’s not what he planned, it’s just what he did

When you’re a man, it’s hard to see why

When you’re a man, you’re not allowed to cry

There’s a crack in the mirror, there’s blood on the floor

There’s an empty bottle of vodka that says you’re not needed any more

There’s a crack in the mirror, there’s a bullet in his head

There’s a note by his side that says without you I’m as good as dead