Alone Again in the Lap of Luxury: (i) Now Wash Your Hands - Marillion

See those people there? They look after me

This is a photograph of who I might be

Man in a uniform, bride on his arm

Mum always was a fool for money and charm

He's been talkin' in his sleep again

Sayin' he's sorry, callin' my name

Sayin' how he's so ashamed

Alone again in the lap of luxury

Alone again in the lap of luxury

Since it happened I had nothin' to say

It used to bother them but now it's okay

Mother cleans his dreadful house every day

Scrubbing at the stains that won't go away

They sent me away to the school in the park

They said it would be good for me

I still hear the other kids cry in the dark

Alone again in the lap of luxury

Alone again in the lap of luxury

Is there no escape from the lap of luxury?

I don't remember the last time I cried

I don't remember much except lies

See the little girl spirallin' down

This is a photograph of who she is now