She lay in bed all night watching the colours changeShe lay in bed all night watching the morning changeShe lay in bed all night watching the morning change into green and gold The doctor told her years ago that she was illThe doctor told her years ago to take a pillThe doctor told her years ago that she'd go blind if she wasn't careful They let Lisa go blindThe world was at her feet and she was looking downThey let Lisa go blindBut everyone she knew thought she was beautifulOnly slightly mentalBeautiful, only temperamentalBeautiful, only slightly mentalBeautiful She thought it would be fun to try photographyShe thought it would be fun to try pornographyShe thought it would be fun to try most anythingShe was tired of sleeping They let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blindThey let Lisa go blindShe's looking like a queenBut if you knew what's going on in her lifeThere'd be a thousand barren mothers there to talk to herIf you knew what's going on in her lifeThere'd be two hundred troubled teenagers to sit with herAnd to talk to herIf you knew what's going on in her lifeWhat's going on in her lifeWhat's going on in her lifeThere would be a documentary on Radio 4 She made herself a pair of orthopaedic shoesShe thought it was the answer to the fashion bluesShe thought it was an answer to the fashion bluesBut she walked with a limp They let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blindThey let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blindThey let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blindThey let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind, let Lisa go blind

Emma tried to run away,I followed her across the city,She went out to the Easterhouse,Because she liked the sound of it. She didn't have a single penny,She stuck a finger in the air,She tried to flag down an aeroplane,I suppose she needs a holiday. I put my arm around her waist,She put me on the ground with Judo,She didn't recognise my face,She wasn't even looking. Laura's feeling just ideal,Her horoscope was nearly perfect,She's thinking of something to do,Because she is The Birthday Girl. She walked out to the edge of town,She saw me lying in the park,She took Emma by the hand,They've got a lot in common. I'll leave them to do what they want,I'll leave them to do what they need to,I'll go and play with words and pictures,I'll admit I'm feeling strange. I'm not as sad as Doestoevsky,I'm not as clever as Mark Twain,I'll only buy a book for the way it looks,And then I stick it on the shelf again. Now I could tell you what I'm thinking,But it never seems to do you good,It's beyond me what a girl can see,I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs. This is just a modern rock song,This is just a sorry lament,We're four boys in corduroys,We're not terrific but we're competent. Stevie's full of good intentions,Richards into rock 'n' roll,Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin,That he has to leave the house at all. This is just a modern rock song,This is just a tender affair,I count "three, four" and then we start to slow,Because a song has got to stop somewhere.

In the hope I'll forget I'll waitIt's a chance I'll take oh yeahIn the hope I'll forget I'll waitFor the time In the spring I'll watch my stepWhile the night-time passes byWhen a smile suits me all aloneI'll be fine There's got to be a better song to singBefore I hang upon your shoulderTelling the truth it may be bolder this timeThere's got to be a better song to singThat makes a lonely one less cold ohBefore I hang upon your shoulder and cry Watching friends playing in the dirtFeeling hard but feeling hurtBy the sadness that wastes my timeIt's a crime Counting acts which I must addTo collect sad memoriesFrom a past I'd soon forgetSwap or leave There's got to be a better song to singBefore I hang upon your shoulderTelling the truth it may be bolder this timeThere's got to be a better song to singThat makes a lonely one less cold oh Before I hang upon your shoulder and cryAt the gate I'll wave goodbyeTo the friends that were my liesAnd I'll see them off at dawnFeeling wiseFeeling wiseFeeling wise

I'll take a second of the day to think about the things that we have done this yearThe dog lies down, the pouring rainI'm underneath the smoker's railway arch againThe future's looking colourfulIt's the colour of blood, chaos and corruption of a happy soulA happy soul willRide in the fieldTill the rain dies down The railway ticket states a destinationBut it doesn't mean that we will showThere's a fork upon the lineWe paid the guard to switch the sign, and off we goThe future's looking wonderfulIt's the wonder of a businessman's conspiracy to sell your waresAnd no one caresOh you care, I knowYou care, I forgot for a while On a sulky afternoon spent in disputeYou'll give yourself a headache, boySo I take revenge in stories and dreaming of the time whenWe're on stage"Have you seen The Loneliness Of A Middle Distance Runner?"When he stops the race and looks aroundI left the stage"You've seen it now"I walked to the stationI wish you follow me tonight

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Who's that girl?She must be nearly freezingWho's that girl out thereAll that snow makes it hard so see herDid she wave to me And maybe I'm in loveLove love, love loveAnd maybe that's enoughThat stuff, that stuff Made a filmI made it through the windowWho's that star I cast?All wrapped up in her winter wardrobeShe hurries by so fast And maybe I'm in loveLove love, love loveAnd maybe that's enoughThat stuff, that stuff On summer days when the sun shinesI watch the tapeAnd through the snow, through the windowI watch her wave to me Who's that girl?She must be nearly freezing

In the board room the quiet man takes aSecond to think what to doHe's out of his seat and he's starting to speakAnd he hears his own voiceFor years and years he's done nothing but bow down and put up with all their demandsShe sits like a viper and offers the clockWithout giving a damnHe takes it "Honour forbids me but honour be damnedYou have whined till you got what you wantI did the work and when things were going badlyYou left us to rot" He locked the door or the boardroomAnd turned like the scene from the old country songTowering over the table he's lostHe is drunk with it all "You onlyCame back to us when we'd turned it aroundWhen we'd rescued your arse from the fireYour contribution to all that we did was to sayit was dire" "Night after day after night I've been workingDespite of you fucking us allNow I'm going to die I don't care if you cryJust please leave me aloneAnd spare your tears from yourselfWe've had those till we're sickYou should leave while you still have the chance" The others were shocked at this shameless disgraceAt the end of an honoured careerHe paused in the silence to pull down his tieAnd observe the melee

I love my carI'll admit today I've gone too farTo enamour myself of my little motor car I love my dogI love my pussy cat, I love the ratThat lives under the floor and makes his bed from novelettes I wish I could say the same for youThe day will come soon when I look in your eyes butI won't see you I've got a head like a soaking spongeI've got a tongue like a little slugI won't be bugged by trivia I love my CarlI love my Brian my Dennis and my AlI could even find it in my heart to love Mike Love I wish I could say the same for youThe day will come soon when I look in your eyes toSee you smiling I wish I could say the same for youThe day will come soon when I look in your eyes butI won't see you

There's misery in all I hear and seeFrom the people on TVAfter their tea when life begins againThey'll be happier than meThere are a thousand meals being made on SaturdayFrom the view I saw todayI took a bet inside the launderetteWith a girl from Wallasey She spoke in dialect I could not understandBut one thing she made clearThere was no coming on to herThere was no way There's misery in all I hear and seeFrom the people on TVAfter their tea when life begins againThey'll be happier than meThere are a thousand meals being made on SaturdayFrom the view I saw todayI took a bet inside the launderetteWith a girl from Wallasey She spoke in dialect I could not understandBut one thing she made clearThere was no coming on to herThere was no wayThat she could respectIf it couldn't seeThat the girl just wants to beLeft alone with Marx and Engels for a whileShe's writing in the styleOf any riot girl "The bourgeoisie, historically, has played a revolutionary part to all feudal, idyllic relationships.It has resolved personal worth and in place of freedom is exploitation for profit alone.There is a spectre of the past in my bold assertion.We could learn much from the past."