You must be wondering how
the boy next door turned out
have a care / but don't stare — because he's still there
lamenting:
"policewomen, policemen, silly women,
taxmen — uniformed whores
they who wish to hurt you
work within the law
the world is full / so full of crashing bores
and I must be one
cos no one ever turns to me to say
'take me in your arms
take me in your arms / and love me'"
You must be wondering how
the boy next door turned out
have a care / and say a prayer — because he's still there
lamenting:
"policewomen, policemen, silly women,
taxmen — uniformed whores
educated criminals
work within the law
this world is full / so full of crashing bores
and I must be one
cos no one ever turns to me to say
'take me in your arms
take me in your arms / and love me
and love me...'"
What really lies
beyond the constraints of my mind?
could it be the sea?
with Fate mooning back at me?
no, it's just more lock-jawed pop-stars
thicker than pig-shit / nothing to convey
they're so scared to show intelligence
it might smear their lovely career
this world — I am afraid
is designed for crashing bores
I am not one / I am not one
you don't understand
you don't understand / and yet you can
take me in your arms and love me / love me
and love me
take me in your arms and love me
love me / love me
take me in your arms and love me
take me in your arms and love me
would you do, would you do / what you should do
