I see a man without a problem.
I see a country always starved.
I hear the music of a heartbeat.
I walk and people turn and laugh.
Is it in my head?
Is it in my head?
Is it in my head, here at the start?
Is it in my head?
Is it in my head?
Is it in my head, or in my heart?
I pick up phones and hear my history.
I dream of all the calls I've missed.
I try to number those who love me.
Find out exactly what the trouble is.
Is it in my head?, etc.
I feel I'm being followed.
My head is empty.
Yet every word I say turns out a sentence.
Statements to a stranger.
Just asking for directions.
Turn from being help to being questions.
I see a man without a problem.
"You were under the impression
That when you were walking forwards
You'd end up further onward,
But things ain't quite that simple.
You got altered information.
You were told to not take chances.
You missed out on new dances.
Now you're losing all your dimples"
My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker and an open neck.
I ride a GS scooter with my hair cut neat
I wear my war-time coat in the wind and sleet.
Love reign o'er me.
Love reign o'er me.
I've had enough of living.
I've had enough of dying.
I've had enough of smiling.
I've had enough of crying.
I've taken all the high roads,
I've squandered and I've saved,
I've had enough of childhood,
I've had enough of graves.
"Get a job and fight to keep it.
Strike out to reach a mountain.
Be so nice on the outside.
But inside keep ambition.
Don't cry because you hunt them.
Hurt them first, they'll love you.
There's a millionaire above you
And you're under his suspicion."
I've had enough of dancehalls,
I've had enough of pills,
I've had enough of streetfights,
I've had enough of kills,
I'm finished with the fashions,
And acting like I'm tough,
I'm bored with hate and passion,
I've had enough of trying to love.
Why should I care?
Why should I care?
Girls of fifteen,
Sexually knowing.
The ushers are sniffing,
Eau-de-cologning.
The seats are seductive,
Celibate sitting.
Pretty girls digging,
Prettier women.
Magically bored
On a quiet street corner.
Free frustration
In our minds and our toes.
Quiet stormwater,
M-m-my generation,
Uppers and downers,
Either way blood flows.
Inside, outside, leave me alone.
Inside, outside, nowhere is home.
Inside, outside, where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen.
A raft in the quarry,
Slowly sinking.
On the back of a lorry,
Holy hitching.
Dreadfully sorry,
Apple scrumping.
Born in the war,
Birthday punching.
He-man drag
In the glittering ballroom,
Greyly outrageous
In my high-heeled shoes,
Tightly undone,
Know what they're showing,
Sadly ecstatic
That their heroes are news.
Inside, outside, etc.
Why should I care?
Why should I care?