Oldest Story Ever Told

Handcuffed to the telephone It's not easy to get free Only thing that's learned Is nothing's learned from history She came to fetch her things With the better man Like a re-run B-film Death on the installment plan Time to take your medicine Let's consecrate this bottle Here's to her and here's to him Here's to tomorrow... Time to take your medicine Let's consecrate this bottle Here's to her and here's to him Here's to tomorrow... You can't go on but you'll go on Waiting for the next To cauterize your open wound You prisoner of love and sex (Lyrics by Stirling Bennett)