I Shaved My Legs for You - Clowns

I know something bout' your family

Enough to make your children cry

If mum and dad share genuine content

Then you should hear them scream at night

Don’t run away or call the cops

These are screams of pleasure

The fear and necessity

You might not understand

But cannot measure

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East

Is the horrible truth

That Timmy’s old man

Likes golden showers

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East

Is the horrible truth

That Mummy cuts Daddy with a knife

I need a place where I can feel my best

Shave my legs and wear a pretty dress

Away from adolescent surveillance

And no risk of desensitisation

There’s a place around the corner

That’ll let you in

Just rock up late and pay the rent

Where you can blur the lines of morals

But just don’t blur the lines of respect

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East

Is the horrible truth

That Milly’s old lady plays cats and babies

Behind a factory door in Brunswick East

Is the horrible truth

That Mummy and Daddy are happy

It’s usually something that you’d do

But you just, wouldn’t tell anyone