Closing in on empty spaces winners laugh too soon a paper world with paper faces beneath a paper moon there's a man, a real pacesetter coming after
It's dark in there and you're quite unaware That the cracks on the ceiling are mocking you Your airless bag, your dust in a shaft of light And you think
Look at you glowing all shiny and fresh Standing alone looking over the edge It's a long way down I wish I could give you a bullet proof skin I wish
I thumb the pages one by one What if a little bit rubs off on me Soak up the pictures til I'm gone Dreams for the dreamers, food for fantasy Yey, I'm
Talk tougher than james cagney act smarter than charlie chan love longer than valentino or you never will be a man i saw him down at the drive-in saturday
Permanent wave temporary laughter morality's soul living happy ever after never see the end never in a million years and never be afraid cos even when
Two-thirty on a Monday morning, I go No particular worry or care Down Santa Monica Boulevard, real slow Just to see if that lady's still there I don'
Even though i think of you life goes on i keep your photograph in my attache' your eyes seem to follow me from day to day i make the curtains sing
Got a badge upon my chest i'm a cut above the rest so i can tell you what to do got my regimental hat got my "by the good book" chat so i can tell
Put on your coat, put on your hat Say goodbye to your welcome mat Forget your bag, forget yourself Forget the lines you knew so well So brace yourself
Forty winks in the lobby make mine a G&T then to my favourite hobby searching for an enemy here in your paper houses stretching for miles and miles
I catch my breath and ready for the race to come No prizes call, the contest is my opium Since you can never be sure When they're keeping the score You
It's a funny old world You can laugh in a funny old world Slip and sliding, duck and diving Open wide and let it in On a road some place Live your life
Sitting here feeding all these nimbers into my machine A number for every little thing I see I execute and they come dancing in Dresses black and green
You can have it if you want, it's on a plate With southern fries and a salad dressed Or, better still, undressed And she'll come microwaved and hot Loving
Black vinyl man with black plasticised imagination more fodder for the new lost generation i got a question to send you to the nearest closet why can
In the turquoise inner space the giants live with grace at peace with peace at peace with god and men their spirits rise and fall much greater than
Gone fishing for compliments on hollywood and vine i'd come to your party but i haven't finished mine talk to the doctor he turns acid into wine, 'cause