Sharon Corr - The Fool & The Scorpion

A dirty sky hovers over me.
Fall into a sullen aching - don't go there.
Hard and icy droplets fall and tear my skin.
The heavens they are weeping for my babies.

The fool and the scorpion.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The fool and the scorpion.
May you choke on the tears of a mother's love.

Cruising from vine to vine,
sucking on the blood of the marriage rights.
Playing mummies and daddies with my babies.
There's something sick inside and there's no cure for you.
And I will leave you to bleed out and dry to a dusty used-to-be.

The fool and the scorpion.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The fool and the scorpion.
May you choke on the tears of a mother's love.

You'll get your just desserts
served cold on the grave of my tenderness.
The arms that you flew to they will sting you to death.
I bet the bed was fire and that you came all day,
but now your heart is wretched and your soul took a beating

The fool and the scorpion.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
The fool and the scorpion.
May you choke on the tears of a mother's love.

The fool and the scorpion.
The queen's twisted sister, a chameleon.
The fool and the scorpion.
I am free, I am free - I have been reborn.