we want this
we don't want to pay for it
we don't want to charge for it
that just makes it worse than Tiswas
its not a crap caravan
put on your heavy make up
light a cigarette
wear some thing cut down low
so they can see your not kidding
you'll get offered work
when the mojo goes
and they'll see you're so hirsuite
you'll wear that open neck sweater
like a set of robes
when they tell you
you know, that you're kind of cute.
On your own, you'll not notice
that you walk some part slower
your waste went in and out
you start making hobbies
the flavour of love and your friends
they all love you
but most are only your kids
A spanish moon is rising on a hill
and youre heart is telling you:
"I love you still"
And as you draw your last
and dressed up for the kill
(everybody's wearing a disguise
to hide what they got left behind their eyes)
You live now, in the turbine hall
voluntary duties, you made trustee
but everyone knows your just insane
and you know you're just like me.