so I sit and I smile
on the room downstairs
I'm lying here wide to recieve almost anything you'd care to give
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair!
Oh no, not me
Oh, my sacred one; ohohohoho...
Wrap her up in the News of the World
All their lies about make-up and long hair are still there.
Journalists who lie
rattle my bones all over the stones
not the man you think
he killed a policeman when he was 13
razor and tie...