Make a new cult every day to suit your affairsKissing girls in English, at the back of the stairsYou're a honey, with a following of innocent boysThey never know itBecause you never show itYou always get your wayThey never know itBecause you never show itYou always get your way Have you and her been taking pictures of your obsessions?Because I met a boy who went through one of your sessionsIn his blue velour and silkYou liberatedA boy I never ratedAnd now he's throwing discusFor Liverpool and WidnesYou liberatedA boy I never ratedAnd now he's doing business The stars of track and field, you areThe stars of track and field, you areThe stars of track and field are beautiful people Could I write a piece about you now that you've made it?About the hours spent, the emptiness in your trainingYou only did it so that you could wearYour terry underwearAnd feel the city airRun past your body Could I write a requiem for you when you're dead?"She had the moves, she had the speed, it went to her head"She never needed anyone to get her round the trackBut when she's on her backShe had the knowledgeTo get her into collegeBut when she's on her backShe had the knowledgeTo get her what she wanted

We lay on the bed thereKissing just for practiceCould we please be objective?Cause the other boys are queuing up behind usA hand over my mouthA hand over the windowWell, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddleThen we should be ok, and we won't get in a muddleCause we're seeing other peopleAt least that's what we say we are doing How are you feeling?I don't think you can be dealingWith the situation very wellYou take a lover for a dirty weekend, that's okBut when it's overYou are looking at the working week through the eyes of a gigolo You're kissing your elbowYou're kissing your reflectionAnd you can't understand why all the other boys are going for theNew, tall, elegant rich kidsYou can bet it is a bitch, kidBut if they don't see the quality then it is apparent thatYou're going to have to changeOr you're going to have to go with girlsYou might be better offAt least they know where to put it We lay on the bed thereKissing just for practiceCould we please be objective?Cause the other boys are queuing up behind usA hand over my mouthA hand over the windowWell, if I remain passive and you just want to cuddleThen we should be ok, and we won't get in a muddleCause we're seeing other peopleAt least that's what we say we are doing

Me and the Major could become close friends cause weGet on the same train and he wants to talk to meMe and the Major could become close friends cause weGet on the same train and he wants to talkBut there is too much history, too much biography between us Me and the Major don't see eye to eye on aNumber of things, he'll take a guy like me oh yeahMe and the Major don't see eye to eye on aNumber of things, he'll take a guy like meAnd put him in the armyCause the Queen's own army makes a man of you But he doesn't understand and he doesn't tryHe knows there's something missing and he knows it's you and IWe're the younger generation, we grew up fastAll the others did drugsThey're taking it out on usThey're taking it out on us Me and the Major are from different worlds, but ifI get stuck in the lift it's always with a toffMe and the Major are from different worlds, but ifI get stuck in the lift it's always with a manOf noble standing who looks down on me like I was never born I think the Major's going quite insane, he goesAlong the pavement and comes back again, oh yeahI think the Major's going quite insane, he goesAlong the pavement and comes back againLike he is on parade, and he is on paradeAt least he thinks so Now he is swapping his tent for a sheltered homeHe doesn't have a family, he is living aloneHe remembers all the punks and the hippies tooAnd he remembers Roxy Music in seventy-twoHe doesn't understand and he doesn't tryHe knows there's something missing and he knows it's you and IWe're the younger generation, we grew up fastAll the others did drugsThey're taking it out on usThey're taking it out on usThey're taking it out on us I want a dance, I want a drink of whisky so IForget the Major and go up the town, oh boyI want a dance, I want a drink of whisky so IForget the Major and go up the townBecause the snow is falling

Fox in the snow, where do you goTo find something you could eat?Cause the world out on the street is you are starvingDon't let yourself grow hungry nowDon't let yourself grow coldFox in the snow Girl in the snow, where will you goTo find someone that will do?To tell someone all the truth before it kills youThey listen to your crazy laughBefore you hang a rightAnd disappear from sightWhat do they know anyway?You'll read it in a bookWhat do they know anyway?You'll read it in a book tonight Boy on the bike, what are you likeAs you cycle round the town?You're going up, you're going downYou're going nowhereIt's not as if they're paying youIt's not as if it's funAt least not anymoreWhen your legs are black and blueIt's time to take a breakWhen your legs are black and blueIt's time to take a holiday Kid in the snow, way to goIt only happens once a yearIt only happens once a lifetimeMake the most of itSecond just to being bornSecond to dying toWhat else could you do?

Oh! Get me away from here, I'm dyingPlay me a song to set me freeNobody writes them like they used toSo it may as well be meHere on my own now after hoursHere on my own now on a busThink of it this wayYou could either be successful or be usWith our winning smiles, and usWith our catchy tunes or worseNow we're photogenicYou know, we don't stand a chance Oh, I'll settle down with some old storyAbout a boy who's just like meThought there was love in everything and everyoneYou're so naive!They always reach a sorry endingThey always get it in the end.Still it was worth it as I turned the pages solemnly, and thenWith a winning smile, the boyWith naivety succeedsAt the final moment, I criedI always cry at endingsI always cry at endings Oh, that wasn't what I meant to say at allFrom where I'm sitting, rainFalling against the lonely tenementHas set my mind to wanderInto the windows of my loversThey never know unless I write"This is no declaration, I just thought I'd let you know goodbye"Said the hero in the story"It is mightier than swordsI could kill you sureBut I could only make you cry with these words"Cry with these words x 3 Oh, get me away, I'm dyingGet me away, I'm dyingGet me away, I'm dyingGet me away, I'm dyingOh, I'm dyingOh, I'm dyingOh, I'm dying

Anthony walked to his death because he thought he'd never feel this way againIf he goes back to the house then things would go from bad to worse, what could he do?He wants to remember things exactly as he left them on that funny dayAnd if there is something else beyond, he isn't scared becauseIt's bound to be less boring than todayIt's bound to be less boring than tomorrow Hilary walked to her death because she couldn't think of anything to sayEverybody thought that she was boring, so they never listened anywayNobody was really saying anything of interest, she fell asleepShe was into S&M and bible studiesNot everyone's cup of tea she would admit to meHer cup of tea, she would admit to no oneHer cup of tea, she would admit to meOh but her cup of tea, she would admit to no one Hilary went to the Catholic Church because she wanted informationThe vicar, or whatever, took her to one side and gave her confirmationSaint Theresa's calling her, the church up on the hill is looking lovelyBut it doesn't interest, the only things she wants to know isHow and why and when and where to goHow and why and when and where to followHow and why and when and where to goHow and why and when and where to follow But if you are feeling sinisterGo off and see a ministerHe'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbelieverla la la la la la la When she got back, her spirituality was thrown into confusionSo she got a special deal on rentingFrom the man at Rediffusion"Look at me! I'm on TVIt makes up for the shortcomings of being poorNow I'm in a million pieces", picked up for deliberationBy the people listening at homeBy the people watching on the tellyBy the people listening at homeBy the people watching on the telly But if you are feeling sinisterGo off and see a ministerHe'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbelieverla la la la la la lala la la la la la laBut if you are feeling sinisterGo off and see a ministerChances are you'll probably feel betterIf you stayed and played with yourself

Lovesick on a sunny afternoonYou are tired of staying inYou are waiting for a signMayfly, woken up when skies are clearI don't mind you coming nearKeep me company till she comes againYou are the one who's making doI am the one who's privy toBecause you saw him in the parkBecause you saw him at the bridgeswith the people in the dark Cana was the start of something bigYou were there in the beginningYou were there to see him playMayfly, woken up when skies are blueI don't mind the sight of youKeep me company till she comes againYou are the one who's making doI am the one who's privy toBecause you saw him at the celebrationsStanding at the sideHe had the moves to save the dayAnd you would love him anyway Lovesick, it came back upon yourselfYou are the one left on the shelfYou are incapable of playing the foolLonging so what's different today?You sent the boy and girl awayYou are concerned with matters loftyBut puzzled so it makes you sickYour diary's looking like the BibleWith its verses lost in timeAnd lost in meaning for the people who surround youIt's a crying shameYou know it's a crying shameYou know it's a crying shame Mayfly, woken up when skies are blueI don't mind the sight of youKeep me company till she comes again Mayfly, woken up when skies are clearI don't mind you, come in hereKeep me company till she comes againla la la lashe comes againla la la lashe comes againla la la la la

The boy done wrong againHang your head in shame and cry your life awayThe boy done wrong againHang your head in shame and cry your life awayAre you ok now? On Saturday I was an angel shining fairYou shone louder, longerYou put my shine to shamePut me to shame now What is it I must do to pay for all my crimes?What is it I must do?I would do it all the timeDo it all the time now All that I wanted was to sing the saddest songsAnd if you would sing along I will be happy now The woodland spring has put the darkness from your thinkingIf this town's your sinking shipThen you know where to jump Talking dirty for a hobby that's alrightSo pour another glass of wineI'll think of England this time All I wanted was to sing the saddest songsAnd if you would sing along Oh if you would sing along If you'd only sing alongI will be happier

Judy wrote the saddest songShe showed it to a boy in school todayJudy, where did you go wrong?You used to make me smile when I was downJudy was a teenage rebelShe did it with a boy when she was youngShe gave herself to books and learningShe gave herself to being number oneJudy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everythingJudy, I don't know you if you're gonna show me everything Judy got a book at schoolShe went under the covers with her torchShe fell asleep till it was morningShe dreamt about the girl who stole a horseJudy never felt so good except when she was sleepingJudy never felt so good except when she was sleeping Judy, let's go for a walkWe can kiss and do whatever you wantBut you will be disappointedYou will fall asleep with ants in your pantsJudy, you're just trying to find and keep the dream of horsesAnd the song she wrote was Judy and the Dream of HorsesDream of HorsesYou dream of horses The best looking boys are takenThe best looking girls are staying insideSo Judy, where does that leave you?Walking the street from morning to nightWith a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walkWith a parrot on your shoulder, saying everything when you talkIf you're ever feeling blueThen write another song about your dream of horsesWrite a song about your dream of horsesCall it Judy And The Dream Of HorsesCall it Judy And The Dream Of HorsesYou dream of horses