Sunday Bloody Sunday

Marie and John
After the kids have gone
The Sunday dishes put away
and now its time that she will say
'What the fuck did You do that for'
Then throw said dishes on the floor.
'Go fuck yourself' John will shout
Then slam the door with a mighty clout.
'I'll knife you, you bastard, i swear i will'
Shouts her in, familiar drunken shrill.
Can set your watch by it every Sunday night
That my next door neighbours will have a fight.
A crash, a bang a scream a yell
A marriage that is based in hell.
20 years of hate and vex
Then up the stairs for make up sex!