The Lucksmiths - Train Robbers' Wives Lyrics
Every second Saturday it’s off to Wormwood ScrubsTo sit within six inches of the man she lovesThe visit’s twenty minutesBut it’s a whole day on the busPresses her fingers to the glassAnd waits for twenty years to passBut Renee’s remaining trueWhat else can she do?Tried to take it on the chinBut god, it got her in the neckShe’s recognised in publicAnd in private she’s a wreckLoves and marriages, loves and marriagesThey can come apart like railway carriagesIt’s not a bit like Frank Sinatra saysTrain robbers’ wivesFor the best part of their lives...For the worst part of their lives