Bitter End - The Pretty Things

They say that bearing crosses is a religion in itself

But honey the strain I’m under, it’s ruining my health

When we first met as lovers, we walked together hand in hand

But now that bridge of love has shattered, I’m such a lonely man

I’m not gonna be your monkey

I’m not gonna be your fool

I’m not gonna stand round waiting

While you’re out there trying to be cool

At the bitter end

Well you listed all my virtues honey, and you charged a real high price

Well given this set of circumstances, I don’t think that’s nice

I’m not gonna be your monkey, I’m not gonna be your clown

I’m not gonna stand round watching as they lower you down

In the ground

At the bitter end

I’m like a knight in shining armour, honey do I detect some rust?

I’m moving one step higher, honey tell me, honey tell me, honey you must

Well I gave you all my confidence, and you gave me back just lies

I recognise amongst our best friends, most of them are spies

With all this poison in the system, love was murdered from the first

And though I practiced eastern logic, I just cannot break the curse

Well I’m not gonna be your monkey

I’m not gonna dance any jig

I’m not gonna stand round waiting

As you’re taking your lunch with the pigs

At the bitter end