Mr. Marigold Testo

Break this silence, it's time to go home.
He can smell the cooking burning.
See his face is cold and pale,
He needs to get the washing turning.
Unshaven and under fed,
He's so sad, his wife she beats him.
Things are not going too well,
But he's happy when he's cleaning.

Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold.
He says that it's fun to try
Planting bulbs and pressing flowers.
Soapy water, homemade bread,
Day time TV passes hours.
Define his life, define his life of pain,
It wallows deep with no self purpose.
All his burdens, he carries well
Until one day the hate will surface.

Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold.
Bored in his home, poor Mr. Marigold.

Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there,
Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there.
Oh, Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there,
Mr. Marigold she can't live without you there...