Egg Shells

Your dinner’s out

It’s on the table

I never see it coming

I am unable

To tell exactly

When the next blow will come

It’s nothing I've said

It’s nothing I've done

I'm walking on eggshells

Trying to read the mood

A drawn out silence

Is never good

I always do

The best I can

Nothing seems to

Please this man

He’s always looking

For the slightest wrong

If I look the wrong way

Or sing the wrong song

There’s never a method

Behind his madness

He’s just no good

And full of badness

I really should

Defend myself

It’s up to me

And no one else

One day soon

My mind will break

I’ll take no more

For pity’s sake

But I guess

That for just now

I’ll carry on

Not take a bow

For when his 

Final curtain falls

He won’t see it coming

I’ll cut off his balls