SUNNY

We're really missing you

Oh, and you've only just gone

Oh, well, you punched and fell

Then you felt embarrassed

My heart goes out to you

So I offered love

And it was not required

Oh, what else can I do ?

What else can I do ?

We're really missing you

And you've only just gone

So, Sunny, send at least one thoughtful letter

My heart goes out to you

Tell us all how things are so much better

My heart, it left with you

What else can I do ?

Oh, they've not forgiven you

And you're not even gone

Oh, with jean belt wrapped around your arm

Oh, Sunny, my heart goes out to you

And with a needle pressed onto tight skin

Sunny, I cry when I see where it's taken you

Aah ...

I'm here, I won't move

Aah ...

I'm here, I won't move

Aah ...

I'm here, I will not move

Aah ...

AT AMBER

I'm calling you from the foyer

Of the Sans Hotel

Where the men and the women

Are acquainted quite well

And the drunkards keep on drinking

And oh, my room is cold

I'm disputing the bill, I will sleep in my clothes

And you, my invalid friend

You slam the receiver when you say

"If I had your limbs for a day

I would steam away"

I'm calling you from the foyer

Of this awful hotel

Where the slime and the grime

Gel

And I cannot, or I do not ...

And oh, my room is cold

And I'm envying you never having to choose

And you, my invalid friend

You slam the receiver when you say

"If I had your limbs for a day

I would steam away"

I'm calling you from the foyer

Of the Sans Hotel

It's not low-life, it's just people having a good time

And oh, my invalid friend

Oh, my invalid friend

In our different ways we are the same

COSMIC DANCER

I was dancing when I was twelve

I was dancing when I was ... oh

I danced myself out of the womb

Is it strange to dance so soon ?

Is it wrong to understand

The fear that dwells inside a man ?

What's it like to be alone ?

I liken it to a balloon

Oh ...

I danced myself into the tomb

Is it strange to dance so soon ?

Is it wrong to understand

The fear that dwells inside a man ?

What's it like to be alone ?

I liken it to a balloon

Oh ...

NOBODY LOVES US

Nine times fined

Never mind

Things can only improve

We are just stood here

Waiting for the next great wound

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes

And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake

All in all, imagine this :

Nobody loves us

Dab-hands at trouble

With four days of stubble

We are ...

Never loosen the grip on our hand

Call us home

Kiss our cheeks

Nobody loves us

So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

People think all we do

Is lie around and think of how

Rich we'd be if we didn't think

Life could improve

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes

And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face

Call us home

Kiss our cheeks

Nobody loves us

Dab-hands at trouble

With four days of stubble

We are ...

So, never loosen the grip on our hand

Call us home

Make our tea

Nobody loves us

So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

Call us home

Tuck us in

Nobody wants us

Dreamers and schemers

All pie-eyed, and bug-eyed, and cross-eyed

Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand

Whack us then

Hug us hard

Nobody loves us

So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves

And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess

And complete distress won't make much difference to us

Sing us our

Favourite song

Nobody loves us

Born-again athiest

Practising troublemakers

Make us our

Favourite jam

Nobody loves us

Useless and shiftless

And jobless

But we're all yours

SWALLOW ON MY NECK

Oh ...

I have been smashed again

With the men from the

Old Valhalla Road Crematorium

Boring men with the same old patter

I am a simple man

Not much to gain or lose

And I don't know why I held out

So long for me and you

Until he drew

A swallow on my neck

And the more, I will not say

He drew

A swallow, deep and blue

And soon, everyone knew

Then I was wrecked again

With the men full of bluff and ardour

From a well-known funeral parlour

I am a simple man

Not much to gain or lose

Older and wiser

Never applies to me

And so he drew

A swallow on my neck

And more, I will not say

He drew

A swallow, deep and blue

And soon, everyone knew

Aah ...

Oh ...

You have been telling me

That I have been

Acting childish

Foolish, ghoulish and childish

Oh, I know, I know, I know !

I know, I know, I know

But I don't mind

I don't mind

Ah ...

I don't mind

Ah ...

SISTER I'M A POET

All over this town

Yes, a low wind may blow

And I can see through everybo...

With no reason

To hide these words I feel

And no reason

To talk about the books I read

But still I do

That's 'cause I'm a ...

Sister I'm a ...

All over this town

Along this way

Outside the prison gates

I love the romance of crime

And I wonder

Does anybody feel the way I do ?

And is evil just something you are

Or something you do ?

Sister I'm a ...

All over this town

They pull over

In their Citroën vans

Not to shake your hand

With meths on their breaths

And you with youth on your side

A plastic bag stranded at the lights

This once was me ...

But now I'm a ...

Sister I'm a ...

All over this town ...

Oh, oh, oh

All over this town

Oh ...

BLACK-EYED SUSAN

Black-eyed Susan

You make us nervous

Because we're very aware that you do not care

Oh, Black-eyed Susan

What don't you believe in ?

'No' is always easier than 'yes'

Whoo !

Black-eyed Susan

You must insist

You are a born-again atheist, oh

Oh, heavy rings on

Bitten fingers

Black-eyed Susan sometimes

Shakes to break

So, watch it !

Oh ...

Black-eyed Susan

Rest and do nothing

'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well

Aah ...

Black-eyed Susan

Rest and do nothing

'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well

Aah ...

Black-eyed Susan

Rest and do nothing

'Cause it's the only thing that you do quite well

Aah ...

Black-eyed Susan

Please remember

We were the first

Oh ...

MICHAEL’S BONES

Michael's bones

Lay where he fell

Face down on a sports ground

Oh ...

He was just somebody's luckless son

Oh, but now look what he's done

Oh, look what he's done

Your gentle hands are frozen

And your unkissed lips are blue

Your thinning clothes are hopeless

And no one was mad about you

Michael's bones

Were very young

But they were never to know

Oh ...

Impetuous fun

Mr. Policeman

I don't know where you get such notions from

His gentle hands are frozen

And his unkissed lips are blue

But his eyes still cry

And now you've turned the last bend

And see - are we all judged the same at the end?

Tell me, tell me

Oh, you lucky thing

You are too brave

And I'm ashamed of myself

As usual

Oh...

I’D LOVE TO

Again

I lay awake

and I cried because of waste

I'd love to

(But only with you

Only with you)

Oh, time is gonna wipe us out

There, I've said it loud and clear

So that you will hear

There's no one in view

Just you

And time will never wipe you out

Now I've had enough

I've had more than could be

My rightful share

Of nights I can't bear

How can it be fair?

Time must wipe them out

So, again, I lay awake

In a trance

Oh, I just want my chance

But only with you

Only with you

That's all

Aah...

READER MEET AUTHOR

You don't know a thing about their lives

They live where you wouldn't dare to drive

You shake as you think of how they sleep

But you write as if you all lie side-by-side

Reader, meet Author

With the hope of hearing sense

But you may be feeling let down

By the words of defence

He says : "No-one ever sees me when I cry"

You don't know a thing about their lives

Books don't save them, books aren't Stanley knives

And if a fight broke out here tonight

You'd be the first away, because you're that type

And the Year 2000 won't change anyone here

As each fabled promise flies so fast

You'll swear it was never there

Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?

So safely with your software; all miles from the front line

You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things

Oh, any excuse to write more lies

PASHERNATE LOVE

Pashernate love

In any form

Whether real or a dream

Pashernate love

Could make your sister erupt

Into wild blisters and boils

Oh, as for me

It still doesn't understand me

It wouldn't lay one single finger on me

Pashernate love

Could make your grandmother zoom

Roller-skating back from the grave

Pashernate love

Could make your old daddy feel

Like he may have a reason to live

Oh, as for me

It still doesn't understand me

And it wouldn't lay one single finger on me

I'm always there

It's always elsewhere

Whoah, Pashernate love

Oh, where are you ?

Where are you ?

GIRL LEAST LIKELY TO

How many times have I been around ?

Recycled papers paving the ground

Well, she lives for the written word

And people come second, or possibly third

And there is no style, but I say "well done"

To the Girl Least Likely To

Oh, deep in my heart, how I wish I was wrong

But deep in my heart, I know I am not

And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain

Without my contribution

So I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"

To the Girl Least Likely To

Page after page of sniping rage

An English singe or an American tinge

"There's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year"

(It's never in this year)

I do think this, but I can't admit it

To the Girl Least Likely To

So one more song with no technique

One more song which seems all wrong ...

And oh, the news is bad again

See me as I am again

And the scales of justice sway one way

In the rooms of Those Least Likely To

Oh, deep in my heart, how I want to be wrong

But the moods and the styles too frequently change

From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29

And I sit, and I smile, and I say "well done"

To the Girl Least Likely To

Oh, one more song about The Queen

Or standing around the shops with peas

"But someone's got to make it !" she screams

"So why why can't it be me ?"

But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart

Which is hurt

So how many times will I shed a tear ?

And another stage of verse to cheer

When you shine in the public eye, my dear

Please remember these nights

When I sit and support with a dutiful smile

Because there's nothing I can say

So chucking, churning, and turning the knife

On everything (except your own life)

And a clock somewhere strikes midnight

And an explanation - it drains me

If only there could be a way

There is a different mood all over the world

A different tune on familiar views

And dearest, it could all be for you

So will you come down and I'll meet you ?

With no more poems, with nothing to hear

Oh darling, it's all for you...

Darling, it's all for you ...

Oh darling, it's all for you ...

JACK THE RIPPER

Oh, you look so tired

Mouth slack and wide

Ill-housed and ill-advised

Your face is as mean

As your life has been

Crash into my arms

I WANT YOU

You don't agree -

But you don't refuse

I know you

And I know a place

Where no one is likely to pass

Oh, you don't care if it's late

And you don't care if you're lost

And oh, you look so tired

(But tonight you presume too much)

Too much, too much

And if it's the last

Thing I ever do

I'M GONNA GET YOU

Crash into my arms

I WANT YOU

You don't agree -

But you don't refuse

I know you

Crash into my arms

I WANT YOU

You don't agree -

But you don't refuse

I know you

Oh ...

I’VE CHANGED MY PLEA TO GUILTY

I'm standing in the dock

With my innocent hand on my heart

I've changed my plea

I've changed my plea to guilty

Because freedom is wasted on me

See how your rules spoil the game

Outside there is a pain

Emotional air raids exhausted my heart

And it's safer to be inside

So, I'm changing my plea

And no one can dissuade me

Because freedom was wasted on me

See how your rules spoil the game

Something I have learned

If there is one thing in life I've observed

It's that everybody's got somebody

Ooh no, not me

So I've changed my plea to guilty

And reason and freedom is a waste

It's a lot like love

THE BOY RACER

He's just too good-natured and

He's got too much money and

He's got too many girlfriends

I'm jealous, that's all

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's got too many girlfriends

He thinks he owns this city

He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

Stood at the urinal

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

And I'm gonna ... kill him !

Oh, no !

Oh ....

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-looking

He's just too good-looking, and

And, and ...

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-natured and

He's got too much money and

He's got too many girlfriends

I'm jealous, that's all

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's got too many girlfriends

He thinks he owns this city

He overspeeds and he never gets pulled over

Have you seen him go, though, oh ?

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

Stood at the urinal

He thinks he got the whole world in his hands

And I'm gonna ... kill him !

Oh, no !

Oh ....

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

He's just too good-looking

He's just too good-looking, and

And, and ...

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

Boy racer

Boy racer, oh

We're gonna kill this pretty thing

BOXERS

Losing in front of your home crowd

You wish the ground

Would open up and take you down

And will time never pass ?

Will time never pass for us ?

Your weary wife is walking away

Your nephew, it's true

Well, he thinks the world of you

And I have to close my eyes

Oh...

Losing in front of your home town

The crowd call your name

They love you all the same

The sound, the smell, and the spray

You will take them all away

And they'll stay

Till the grave

Your weary wife is walking away

Your nephew, it's true

Well, he thinks the world of you

And I have to close my eyes

Oh...

Losing in your home town

Hell is the bell

That we'll not ring again

You will return one day

Because of all the things that you see

When your eyes close

Your weary wife - walking away

Your nephew, it's true

He still thinks the world of you

And I have to dry my eyes

Oh...