Morning prayers took the girl unawaresShe was late for class and she knew itThe broadcaster had a voice that was soothingShe couldn't tell if it was a man or womanA patch of sun fell onto her deskShe put her head on her arms on her neck The lesson today was the Acts of ApostlesThe crazy hippies, they're running scaredShe shut her eyes and imagined the desertNo cars, no mobiles, just sun and breadWhat would she look like standing by the well?More like a woman and less like a girl Oh, if I could make sense of it allI wish that I could singI'd stay in a melodyI would float along in my everlasting songWhat would I do to believe? Later on she plays Morning Has BrokenShe knows she's badShe is slowing everybody downThe choirmaster, usually a bastard, knows her mother's sickHe'll be nice to herShe thinks that she shouldn't be there at allHer worries make everything else seem trivial Oh, if I could make sense of it allI wish that I could singI'd stay in a melodyI would float along in my everlasting songWhat would I do to believe?

Another sunny day, I met you up in the gardenYou were digging plants, I dug you, beg your pardonI took a photograph of you in the herbaceous borderIt broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with a train setChocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we metYou've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk Another day in June, we'll pick 11 for football (Pick 11 for football)We're playing for our lives, the referee gives us fuck-all (Ref, you're giving us fuck-all)I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelinesYour dark mascara bids me to historical deeds Now everybody's gone, you pick me up for a long drive (Pick me up for a long drive)We took the tourist route, the nights are light until midnight (Light until midnight)We took the evening ferry over to the peninsulaWe found the avenue of trees went up to the hillThat crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still There's something in my eye, a little midge, so beguilingSacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eyeI heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dearYou missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complainYou missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again The lovin' is a mess, what happened to all of the feeling? (All of the feeling)I thought it was for real, babies, rings, and fools kneeling (Babies, rings, and fools kneeling)And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching foreverSo what went wrong, it was a lie, it crumbled apartGhost figures of past, present, future haunting the heart

You're a white collar boy and you gave into the lawGive in to the pressure the cops gonna getchaYou were a thieving dog at work until they caught your little pawYour wage won't stretch, to picking up checksA custodial sentence you narrowly avoidedCommunity service you had to go along with You're banging the rocks at the old city docksPoor boy poor boy poor boy poor boyboy poor boy poor boy poor boy You were chained to a girl that would kill you with a lookIt's a nice way to die she's so easy on the eyeShe said let's get away, but you played it by the bookYou're a warden's pet, she's a screaming suffragette"We ain't in prison, we'll just finish up and go home"She said, "Not for me, I've got plans for later on"So she belted the sarge and she jumped on a bargeYou fell, you fell you fell you fellfell you fell you fell you fell White collar, got dirt in your pantsYou got egg in your hairYou got spit in your chin you're aWhite collar, scared to be boredBlue Collar, she's opening doorsWhite collar boy, on the run from the law She said "You ain't ugly, you can kiss me if you like"Go ahead and kiss her, you don't know what you're missingYou said "Baby, you're special, But there's something not quite right."She's a Venus in flares and you wanna split hairs!"Oh I am innocent, you are a rocket. Things were ok till you took out the copper"Leave me alone, and get used to the chainsYou're a pain, You're a pain, You're a pain, You're a painPain You're a pain, You're a pain, You're a pain White collar, got dirt in your pantsYou got egg in your hairYou got spit in your chin you're aWhite collar, scared to be boredBlue Collar, she's opening doorsWhite collar boy, on the run from the lawthe law the law the lawget on your bike get on your horse

Well, look at the kid from schoolHe's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little coolHe's changing fashion, the way he dressThe tracksuits are old, and the hoodie's way too moodyFor a kid with the will to funkHe dances in secret, he's a part-time punk Now she's getting off the planeShe wants to write a thesis on the population underprivilegedThe kids fighting up the laneShoplifting, just driftingLike The Switchblade and the Cross But if there's trouble she's got the movesShe's taking an elementary class in kung fu I left my washing in the launderetteYou can put some money on it, you can place a little betThat when I see my washing The black will be gray and the white will be grayBut the blues are still blue I'm crying out for my mumIf the malady don't go away we're in a little troubleWith the boss of the companyI'm a singer, a swinger, I'm a layabout but laying on The dock in the lazy sunWill never quite relegate me to a bum I left my lady in the launderetteYou can put some money on it, you can place a little betThat when I see my ladyThe black will be white and the white will be blackBut the blues are still blue Oh, baby, I love your face (Baby, I love your face)I've been creeping round this town becauseWell, creeping's just my wayBut with a little wink I'll be there (Little wink I'll be there)I'll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fadeI know you're young, but you're out of touchYou're French, your vocabulary's not quite formed I left my homework in the launderetteI got a letter from my mama which my stupid dog has ateI hid behind the fenceHere comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldogHe's not making much sense I left my lady in the launderetteYou can put some money on it, you can place a little betThat when I see my ladyThe black will be white and the white will be blackBut the blues are still blue I left my lady in the launderetteYou can put some money on it, you can place a little betThat when I see my ladyThe black will be white and the white will be blackBut the blues are still blue

I'm the singer, I'm the singer in the bandYou're the loser, I won't dismiss you out of handCos you've got a beautiful faithIt will take you places You kept runningYou've got money, you've got fameEvery morning I see your picture from the trainNow you're an actress!So says your résuméYou're made of cardYou couldn't act your way out of a paper bag You got lucky, you ain't talking to me nowLittle Miss PluckyPluck your eyebrows for the crowdGet on the airplaneYou give me stomach painI wish that you were hereWe would have had a lot to talk about We had a deal thereWe nearly signed it with our blood…An understandingI thought that you would keep your wordI'm disappointedI'm aggravatedIt's a fault I have, I knowWhen things don't go my way I have to Blow up in the face of my rivalsI swear and I rant, I make quite an arrivalThe men are surprised by the languageThey act so discreet, they are hypocrites so fuck them too! I always loved youYou always had a lot of styleI'd hate to see you on the pileOf 'nearly-made-it' sYou've got the essence, dearIf I could have a second skinI'd probably dress up in you You're a star now, I am fixing people's nailsI'm knitting jumpers, I'm working after hoursI've got a boyfriend, I've got a feeling that he's seeing someone elseHe always had a thing for you as well Blow in the face of my rivalsI swear and I rant, I make quite an arrivalThe men are surprised by the languageThey act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget themSo fuck them too

Sukie was a kid, she liked to hang out in the graveyardShe did brass rubbings, she learned you never had to press hardWhen she was finished hanging out she was all aloneShe decided that she better check in at homeThere was an awful row between her mum and dadThey said she hadn't done this, she hadn't done thatIf she wanted to remain inside the family homeShe'd have to tow the line, she'd have to give it a goIt didn't suit SukieShe took her things and left Sukie was a kid, she liked to hang out at the art schoolShe didn't enroll, but she wiped the floor with all the arseholesShe took a bijou flat with the fraternity catShe hid inside the attic of the sculpture buildingShe had a slut slave and his name was DaveShe said, "Be my photo bitch and I'll make you rich"He didn't believe her but the boy revered herHe got her meals and he got her a bedHe watched behind the screen and she started to undressHe never got far Just lookin' and playing guitar Autumn hanging down all the trees are draped like chandeliersNow Sukie saw the beauty but she wasn't wet behind the earsShe had an A1 body and a face to matchShe didn't have money, she didn't have cashWith the winter coming on, and the attic coldShe had to press her nose on the refectory wallThey served steamed puddings, she went withoutShe had to pose for life for all the scholars of artShe didn't feel funny, she didn't feel badPeeling away everything she hadShe had the grace of an eel, sleek and starkAs the shadows played tricks on the girl in the dark Sukie was a kid, and she liked to hang out in the graveyardSukie was a kid, and she liked to hang out in the graveyardSukie was a kid, and she liked to hang out in the graveyardSukie was a kid, and she liked to hang out in the graveyard

Tired like the beggar with the cold inside his bonesLooking for the pleasure that he knew was so far goneSo far goneI took a turn to myselfAnd I was surprised, cause I saw everyone who ever I had lovedI felt a whole lot better after that People look at us and they think were doing finePeople look at us cause they see us all the timeAll the timeBut they never take to usWe've been in this town so long we may as well be deadSo long as people turn their headsAnd cross the street whenever we walk on by Someone told the truth when it really mattered mostThe beauty of the moment is the beauty sadly lostSadly lostSo I went around to your houseOver tea and gin we talked about the things we readIn Luke and John the things he saidAnd now it's morning we are the sleepyheads

Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting awayMillions of people never start in the raceThere's stuff on out plates that has not been aliveSomeone pays full price for my cheap flight life "Sunshine, we all see the same sky" I am a man filled with longing desireThe gifts of creation are ready for hireA look and a label are all I requireEnough's not enough, I never ask why "Sunshine, we all see the same skyLooking, learning, asking the same 'why?'" Honey'd sweet apples, they're rotting awayMillions of people never start in the raceThere's stuff on out plates that has not been aliveSomeone else pays the real price of my cheap flight life Wheel of fortune spins,But the wheels on fire come crashing on youHoney'd sweet apples, they're rotting away "Sunshine, we all see the same skyLooking, learning, asking the same 'why?'Sunshine, we all see the same sky"

Honey, lovin' you is the greatest thingI get to be myself and I get to sing I get to play at being irresponsibleI come home late and I love your soulI never forget you in my prayersI never have a bad thing to report You're my picture on the wallYou're my vision in the hallYou're the one I'm talking toWhen I get in from my workYou are my girl and you don't even know itI am livin' out the life of a poetI am the jester in the ancient courtAnd you're the funny little frog in my throat My eyesight's fading, my hearing's dimI can't get insured for the state I'm inI'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fightsAt the party at the club on a Saturday nightBut I don't get disapproving from my girlShe gets all the highlights wrapped in pearls You're my picture on the wallYou're my vision in the hallYou're the one I'm talking toWhen I get in from my workYou are my girl and you don't even know itI am livin' out the life of a poetI am the jester in the ancient courtAnd you're the funny little frog in my throat Had a conversation with you at nightIt's a little one-sided but that's all rightI tell you in the kitchen about my dayYou sit on the bed in the dark changing placesWith the ghost that was there before you cameYou've come to save my life again I don't dare to touch your hand I don't dare to think of youIn a physical wayAnd I don't know how you smellYou are the cover of my magazineYou're my fashion tip, a living museumI'd pay to visit you on rainy SundaysI'll maybe tell you all about it someday

Well my heart has fallen downThought I'd talked myself aroundBut to be myself completely I've just got to let you down Well I knew I'd say goodbyeThough it's not my time to cryAnd forever and for no one I will let it all go byAnd to be myself completely I've just got to say goodbyeZ-list star in a hundred grand garrettThe ladies say 'Hey baby, you've earned it!'I'm not so sure, I toured the land You could call it work if you count the bandStill your voice calls out to me Escort me to the harmony I'm not sure what I will beFind me in a bitter sweet hello Well my heart has fallen downThought I'd talked myself aroundThough we say goodbye and wonder What's to know and who's to blameBut to be myself completely I will love you just the same