She called me up todayMeet me down at the old caféI jumped into the showerI was getting my marching orders We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine? She'd never stand for any liesShe's got an Out Tray full of guysI could sense a breath, a whole new feelingNow she says she wants to call a meeting We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine? I'm a slave to workI'm only living when I walk amongst the office staffAnd catch up with the office wagI'll be in bed by nineMy curtains drawnMy thoughts composedI get to work on time She gave me some dictationBut my strength is in administrationI took down all she saidI even took down her little red dress We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobI'm pushing for a raiseI've been pushing now for days My output is in declineI was burned out after ThatcherMy banner I laid down with a sighNow I doubt if I'll ever catch her I've got to change my waysDress for business every dayA sharp suit and a kipper tieA big arrow pointing to my fly We need to talkStep into my office, babyI want to give you the jobA chance of overtimeSay, my place at nine?

Dear Catastrophe WaitressDear Catastrophe WaitressI'm sorry if you seem to have the weight of the world over youI cherish your smileThere's a word of peace on you lipsSay it, and with tenderness I'll cherish youI'll cherish you Dear Catastrophe GirlfriendDear Catastrophe GirlfriendI'm sorry if he hit you with a full can of CokeIt's no jokeYour face is bleedingYou'll soon be leaving this town to the clowns who worship No one but themselvesNo one but themselves I hate feeling this wayI hate feeling this wayI know that you hate it tooNow that your coffee's growing coldAll of the customers look so oldHoney, if I could be so bold Dear Catastrophe WaitressDear Catastrophe WaitressI'm sorry if the kids hold you in cool disregardI know it's hardStick to what you knowYou'll blow them all to the wallWhen they realise what you've been working forWhat ou've been working forWou've been working for

I wrote a letter on a nothing dayI asked somebody, "Could you send my letter away?""You are too young to put all of your hopes in just one envelope" I said goodbye to someone that I loveIt's not just me, I tell you it's the both of usAnd it was hardLike coming off the pill that you take to stay happy Someone above has seen me do all rightSomeone above is looking with a tender eyeUpon your faceYou may think you're alone, but you may think again If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me And far away, somebody read the letterHe condescends to read the words I wrote about himAnd if he smiles, it's no more than a genius deservesFor all your curious nerve and your passion I'm going deaf, you're growing melancholyThings fall apart, I don't know why we bother at allBut life is good, and it's always worth living at least for a while If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me If you think to yourself, "What should I do now?"Then take a baton, girl, you better run with it'Cause here is no point in standing in the past 'cause it's over and done I took a book and went into the forestI climbed the hill, I wanted to look down on youBut all I saw was 20 miles of wilderness so I went home If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me If I could do just one near-perfect thing I'd be happyThey'd write it on my graveOr when they scattered my ashesOn second thoughts, I'd rather hang aroundAnd be there with my best friendIf she wants me If she wants me, yeahIf she wants me, yeahIf she wants me, yeah

When the half light makes for a clearer view Sleep a little more if you want to But restlessness has siezed me now, it's true I could watch the dreams flicker in your eyes Lying here asleep on a sunbeam I wonder if you realize you fascinate me so Think about a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a pin I will follow every direction Just lace up your shoes while I'm fetching a sleeping bag, a tent... Another summer's passing by All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand, a fire I can warm my hands My joy will be complete I thought about a new destination I'm never short of new inspiration Roll out the map and mark it with a gin Made my plans to conquer the country I'm waiting for you to get out of your situation With your job and with your life All I need is somewhere I feel the grass beneath my feet A walk on sand A fire, I can warm my hands My joy will be complete

I'm glad to see youI had a funny dream and you were wearing funny shoesYou were going to a danceYou were dressed like a punk, but you were too young to remember I'm glad to see youI'm outside the house and not thinking right todayI've got no energyI'm glad that you are waiting with meTell me all about your day Breaking off is miseryI see a wilderness for you and mePunctuated by philosophyI'm wondering how things could've been I'm happy for youYou've made it hard for meI counted on your companyYou are staying with your friends tonightI'm feeling sorry for myselfI keep taking everything to be a sign I'm happy for youBut now I know this hurt is poisonToo sharp to be bledI'm sitting on my empty bedI'm on my empty bedAt night the fever grows it's pounding, pounding I'd rather be in TokyoI'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-ohAnd watch the Sunday gang in HarajukuThere's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo Scary moment, lovin' every momentI was high from playing showsWe lost a singer to her clothesMy trouble raised its ugly headI was revealedAnd I was home in bedI was a kid again Jesus told me go after every coin like it was the last in the worldAnd protect the wayward childBut I'm a little lost sheepI need my Bo PeepYou know I need my shepherd here tonight Breaking off is miseryI see a wilderness for you and mePunctuated by philosophyI'm wondering how things could've been I'd like to see youBut, really, I should stay awayAnd let you settle down (Let you settle down)I've got no claims to your crown (Let you settle down)I was the boss of you and I loved youYou know I loved youIt's all over now And I was there for youWhen you were lonelyI was there when you were bad (There when you were bad)I was there when you were sad (There when you were sad)Now it's my time of needI'm thinking, do I have to plead to get you by my side? I'd rather be in TokyoI'd rather listen to Thin Lizzy-ohAnd watch the Sunday gang in HarajukuThere's something wrong with me, I'm a cuckoo

Since you went away, everything is looking greatI'm a little boredWhen I see you out, maybe walking in the streetYou always cross the road Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise meListen honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me anymoreYou don't send me anymore Our little scene is getting smaller by the dayIt's a human zooBut they key is change, getting over all your problemsYou're not a fool Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to surprise meListen honey, there is nothing you can say to offend meYou don't send me Every sound is tame, every group the bleedin' sameIt would make you madWhat happened to the sounds that left you lying on the floorLaughing, crying, jumping, singing Listen honey, there is nothing you can say to astound meListen honey, there is nothing you can do to offend me anymoreYou don't send me anymore

It was pretty bright upon the rainbow bridge tonightI could see into your window although you're far awayYou were racing in a car beside a boy you just don't knowIf he is up for what you have in mindIf he is up for what you have in mind Change is on the cards but this time it will be hardI never want to leave you we've never had a fightYou should never split a book you should never split at allI wish I had to, as I could followI write the ending without any sorrow I will say a prayer just while you are sitting thereAnd I will wrap my arms around you cause I know it will be fineWe've got a fantasy affair, we didn't get wet, we didn't dareOur aspirations, are wrapped up in booksOur inclinations, are hidden in looks Summers hastening on, trying to get a feeling from the cityBut I've been unfaithful, I've been traveling abroadWe've got a fantasy affair, we didn't get wet, we didn't dareBut the fantasy remains, you better come back to love againOur aspirations, wrapped up in booksOur inclinations, hidden in looks

Anthony, bullied at school Get your own back now you are cool Or are you scared bunking off though you're a toff (?) It's all gone wrong again, you've got Double Math But the teacher's got no control The boys all run riot "You will stay quiet or you will die" Tony, at the back of the gym Smoke another one, your chances are slim, 'Cause here they come again And they got you on the ground tasting blood again At least it's your own When will you realise it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys "Shut your mouth, start kicking the football" Bang on the teeth you are off for a week, boy You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse than this 'cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To linger there Tony, you're a bit of a mess Melted Toblerone under your dress if the kids could see you they would pass you right by blue mascara running over your eye when will you realise it doesn't pay To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys "Shut your mouth, start kicking the football" Bang on the teeth you were off for a week boy! (Anthony it could be worse)(Anthony it could be worse)They call you Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse (Anthony it could be worse)Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse (Anthony it could be worse)Don't answer me but hey, it kind of suits you anyway (Anthony it could be worse) You'll soon be old enough to leave them Without a notion of a care You'll leave two fingers in the air To linger there

If you find yourself caught in loveSay a prayer to the man aboveThank him for everything you knowYou should thank him for every breath you blow If you find yourself caught in loveSay a prayer to the man aboveThank him for every day you passYou should thank him for saving your sorry ass If you're single, but looking outYou must raise your prayer to a shoutAnother partner must be foundSomeone to take your life beyondAnother TV "I Love 1999"Just one more box of cheapo wine If you find yourself caught in loveSay a prayer to the man above But if you don't listen to the voices then my friendYou'll soon run out of choicesWhat a pity it would be (what a pity)You talk of freedom don't you see (talk of freedom)The only freedom that you'll ever really know (that you'll ever really know)Is written in books from long agoGive up your will to Him that loves youThings will change, I'm not saying overnightYou've got to start somewhere If you find yourself out of loveShed a tear for the one you loveTell your boss that you've gone awayDown your tools for a holidayIf you're going off to war then I wish you wellBut don't be soreIf I cheer the other team (if I cheer the)'Cause killing people's not my scene (not my scene)I prefer to give the inhabitants a say (the inhabitants a say)Before you blow their town awayI like to watch them playI like to marvel at the random beauty of a simple village girlWhy should she be the one who's killed? If you find yourself caught in love...

I wandered all night, I wondered all night about youI've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood Like a fresh manifestation of an old phenomenonA breeze whips through the treesThe rustling leaves and branches bend togetherThey're cued to swayForever by the forces of the Lord's choreographyJust for a second the combination of sights, sounds around himSends him hurtling back to the mirror of all of his teenager thoughts and fearsHe passes big houses and family carsThey saddled the horses in cobblestone yardsHe catches the moon looking down from the starsJust like it's done for years and yearsPerpetual feeling in the grown up world that's all Around himThat there's secrets that could be revealed with knowledge and philosophyAnd Oh to be dumb, Oh to be smartHe might be nursing a broken heartBut feeling this way he's just playing a partThat's been around for centuries I wandered all night, I wondered all night about youI've been here for years just wandering around the neighbourhood