Lyrics: Cardiacs. The Safety Bowl.

At the plate staring and
He's left with so much on the side
If it comes alive
Shift with spoony fork and knife
Break it, walk, safety away from strife

Kind and cutlery finds a pea
And punctures with a hole
All the dinners roll
Into the safety bowl for feasts of reason
And the flow of soul

Bins the bowl as he says
"Falsehoods and a man of straw
Is all my eye and Betty Martin saw!"