The Incredible String Band - Mr. and Mrs. lyrics

He's wearing the breaches that father bequeath'd him Grandfather's jacket still stained from the war Schoolmaster's hat and mother's familiar And thousands of souvenirs kept from before Still wearing the bruises of coppers and robbers Ring of the bishop on loving his pomp Once-bitten apples of jealous dispa**ion Twice-eaten hopes with the crust and the crumb She carries a gramophone and plays the same records Family choir claim truth equals pain Compulsively buying the devil's selection Of sure good for nothing again and again Children come follow in grandfather's footsteps Laced on her fears and her man-o-war stare Mapping a course with the hard-learned lesson Magistrate's customer and the pre-fect Mr. and Mrs. I know it's sore with the daily pitchfork and the marshall law Oh, chatting young lovers sweetness heart Working together to make this world Out of the pain the sweet gone sour I'm going to the beautiful country don't you want to come A Cheque for the break in my telephone line And people are buzzing me most of the time I'm dialing your line I wait for my reply I'm here, I'm here, Now I'm on my way Now I'm on my way Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Well, I just can't stay So many haters in this town So many haters Everyone's trying to put you down Mr. and Mrs. Oh, Mr. and Mrs. You're in this mess I understand you're in such a mess Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Palm the tears in your eyes Talking about tears in your eyes You know, I won't leave till you come through Doo-we-oo-we-ooh Doo-we-oo-we-ooh