Sheep to the slaughter oh I thought this must be love
All your sons and daughters in a strangle hold with a kid glove
She's got eyes like saucers oh you think she's a dish
She is the blue chip that belongs to the big fish

Chorus:
But it's easier to say I love you,
Than yours sincerly I suppose
All little sisters like to try on big sister's clothes
Big sister's clothes

The sport of kings, the old queen's heart
The prince in darkness stole some tart
And it's in the papers, it's in the charts
It's in the stop press before it all starts.

With a hammer on the slap and tickle under grisly garments
With all the style and finesse of the purchase of armaments
Compassion went out of fashion
That's all your concern meant
Sweat it out for thirty seconds on home improvements

Chorus

• Big Sister
• Big Sister's Clothes
• Black Sails in The Sunset
• Boy With a Problem
• Clubland
• Different Finger
• Fish 'n' Chip Paper
• From a Whisper to a Scream
• Gloomy Sunday
• Love for Sale
• Lover's Walk
• Luxembourg
• New Lace Sleeves
• Pretty Words
• Sad About Girls
• Seconds of Pleasure
• Shot With His Own Gun
• Strict Time
• Twenty-five to Twelve
• Watch Your Step
• Weeper's Dream
• White Knuckles
• You'll Never Be a Man