Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to schoolTell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blueDo you went to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expectStart in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor And the head said that you always were a queer one from the startFor Careers you say you went to be remembered for your artYour obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strangeMaking life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetiteAnd the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tightSo they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserkWhile you're cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt Hey, you been usedAre you calm? Settle downWrite a song, I'll sing alongSoon you will know that you are saneYou're on top of the world again Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to schoolTell your mum what to expect, she said it's right out of the blueYou went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expectMove to Lingerie and take a feel off Joe the Storeman Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissedShe's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lispShe sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs'Cause you can't afford a blazer, girl, you're always wearing clogs At the interval you lock yourself away inside a roomHead of English gets you, asks you, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."You've got permission - you've got to make the bastard think he's right Hey, you been usedWrite a song, I'll sing alongAre you calm? Settle downSoon you will know that you are saneYou're on top of the world again Oh you're cool and you knowYou're a star and you'll go farListen to me as a friendNot just a boy who plays guitarYou're on top of the world again

Lisa knows a girl who's been abusedIt changed her philosophy in '82She's always looking for a fightShe keeps the neighbors up all night I go to her when I'm feeling slackThe girl's using me as a punching bagI think that I could help her outBut the girl's got a lot to be mad about And in the first moment of her waking upShe knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing itWhen the first cup of coffee tastes like washing upShe knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losingOh yeah she's losing it Lisa met Chelsea at the knocking schoolChelsea didn't feel like following the rulesSo they left the place for another schoolWhere the boys go with boys and the girls with girls Chelsea was the one who's been abusedIt changed her philosophy in '82She says, "Inch for inch and pound for pound"Who needs boys when there's Lisa round?" But in the first moment of her waking upShe knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing itWhen the first cup of coffee tastes like washing upShe knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing itShe goes to the mirror to put on her stuffShe knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing itWhen she doesn't speak to anyone till four o' clockShe knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing itOh yeah she's losing it

You're just a baby, baby girlSo kiss me on the cheek and then go off to schoolYou're just a baby, baby girlSo kiss me on the cheek before you know what's coolYou will be leaving in the morningAnd I won't be there to see you go off you're headYou will be working in the morningAnd I won't be there to see you go off you're head There must be a reason for all the looks we gaveAnd all the things we never said beforeSo what's the score?Cause there must be a reason for all the looks we gaveAnd all the things we never said before You're just a baby, baby girlSo kiss me on the cheek before you know what's sweetYou're just a baby, baby girlSo kiss me on the cheek before you go to sleepYou will be working in the morningAnd I won't be there to see you go off you're headYeah, you will be crying in the morningAnd I won't be there to see you go off you're head Refrain You're such a baby, baby girlSo kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleepYou're such a baby, baby girlSo let go of my hand so we can get some sleepYou will be crying in the morningAnd I won't be there to see you go off you're headCause you will be married in the morningAnd I won't be there to see you go off you're head There must be a reason for all the looks we gave And all the things we never said beforeSo what's the score ?There must be a reason for all the looks we gaveAnd all the things we never said beforeSo what's the reason for all the looks we gave And all the things we never said before, before, before, before

Play a game with your electronicsTake a step to the discotheque, and peopleGo outside where there's someone watching cars go byAnd the city tall with steeples Hand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance Is the way to goHand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance is the way to go, boyHand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance is the way to goYou're learning, soon you will do the things you wantedSince you were wearing glitter badges If you work for much very longerYou'll be known as the boy who's always workingIf you dance for much very longerYou'll be known as the boy who's always dancing Monochrome in the 1990'sYou go disco and I'll go my wayMonochrome in the 1990'sYou go disco and I'll go my wayMonochrome in the 1990'sYou go disco and I'll go Funkadelic, manIs the way to goSo drop a pill and then say hello

I could be sleepingI could be dreamingI could have ordinary people chasing me from town to townMission ImpossibleThey've got a spy for every blink of your eye I'm feeling awkwardI'm feeling hauntedThey've got a knife for every time you take the same train into workA family's like a loaded gunYou point it in the wrong direction someone's going to get killed If you had such a dreamWould you get up and do the things you've been dreaming Is he your husband?Or just your boyfriend?Is he the moron who's been beating you and keeping you inside?I've never done this kind of thingBut if I kill him now, who's going to miss him? I went up to the schoolI took a walk up CastlehillFor every step there is a local boy who wants to be a heroDo you want to do it now?Outside the butcher's with a knife and a bike chain Woman speaking in background, from "Rip Van Winkle" by Washington Irving: "Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart tempter never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener by constant use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, philosophers, and other idle personages of the village, that held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third. Here they used to sit in the shade, of a long lazy summer's day, talk listlessly over village gossip, or tell endless sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman's money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands, from some passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary..."

On a beech tree rudely carvedNC loved meWhy did she do it?Was she scared?Was she bored? On a beech tree rudely carvedNC loved meWhy did she do it?Was she scared?Was she pushed? Do something pretty while you canDon't fall asleepSkating a pirouette on ice is cool Do something pretty while you canDon't be a foolReading the Gospel to yourself is fine On a bus stop in the town"We Rule The School"Written for anyone to read and to see On a bus stop in the town"We Rule The School"Written for everyone with eyes in their head Do something pretty while you canDon't fall asleepRiding from California to New York Call me a prophet if you likeIt's no secretYou know the world is made for menYou know the world is made for menYou know the world is made for menNot us

You know my wandering days are overWell, does that mean that I'm getting boring?You tell meI'm tired of listening to myself, yeahI'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them You know my bip-bopping days are overI hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floorThe center of my so-called being isThe space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvered doorsWith the louvered doors You know my celibate days are overYou put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsedIn the mirror of my steamy bathroomWhere the lino tells a sorry story in a monologueIn a monologue Six months on, the winter's goneThe disenchanted ponyLeft the town with the circus boyThe circus boy got lonelyIt's summer, and its sister song'sBeen written for the lonelyThe circus boy is feeling melancholy It's got to be fate that's doing itA spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging meWith the story of the way it should beWith the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer, yeah You know my one-man band is overI hit the drum for the final time and I walked awayI saw you in a Japanese restaurantYou were doing it for businessmen on the piano, BelleYou said it was a living hellYou said you were in hell Six months on, the winter's goneThe disenchanted ponyLeft the town with the circus boyThe circus boy got lonelyIt's summer, and its sister song'sBeen written for the lonelyThe circus boy is feeling melancholy Six months on, the winter's goneThe disenchanted ponyLeft the town with the circus boyThe circus boy got lonelyIt's summer, and its sister song'sBeen written for the lonelyThe circus boy is feeling melancholy Kinda lonelyKinda stupidReally...Kinda lonelyPretty daisyPretty lonelyMelancholyMelancholyI'm so lonelyMelancholyI am lonelyI am lonely

I don't love anyoneYou're not listeningYou're playing with somethingYou're playing with yourself I don't love anyoneYou're not listening even nowYou're playing with someoneYou're playing with someone else And if there's one thing that I learned when I was a childIt's to take a hiding I don't love anythingNot even ChristmasEspecially not thatI don't love anything No, I don't love anyoneMaybe my sisterMaybe my baby brother too, yeahI don't love anyone But if there's one thing that I learned when I was still a childIt's to take a hidingYeah if there's one thing that I learned when I was still at schoolIt's to be alone Out in the street todayThe kids are playing, having funI pass them by I'm not a kid, noI don't love anyone I met a man todayHe told me something pretty strangeThere's always somebody saying somethingHe said, "The world is as soft as lace." But I don't love anyone

Mary Jo, living aloneDrinking tea, on her ownShe wants, tell em what you want Mary Jo, living aloneDrinking gin the tellys onShe wants The night to follow day and back againShe doesn't want to sleepWell who could blame her if she wants?The night to follow day and back againShe doesn't want to sleepWell who could blame her, if she sleeps?Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping? Mary Jo, back with yourselfFor company, keep telling yourself you're youngAnd it will happen soon Mary Jo, no one can guessWhat you've been throughNow you've got love to burn It's someone else's turn to go through HellNow you can see them come from fifty yardsYeah you can tellIt's someone else's turn to take a fallAnd now you are the one who's strong enough to help themThe one who's strong enough to help themThe one who's strong enough to help them all Mary Jo, you're looking thinYou're reading a book, "The State I'm In"But oh, it doesn't help at allCause what you want is a cigaretteAnd a thespian with a caravanette in Hull Your life is never dull in your dreamsA pity that it never seems to work the way you see itLife is never dull in your headA sorry tale of action and the men you left forWomen, and the men you left forIntrigue, and the men you left for dead Your life is never dull in your dreamsA pity that it never seems to work the way you see itLife is never dull in your headA sorry tale of action and the men you left forWomen, and the men you left forIntrigue, and the men you left for dead

Think I'm stranded but I don't know whereI got this diamond I don't know how to shineIn the sun where the dark winds wailAnd these children leave their rulers behind As we cross ten leagues from a rubiconThe matchsticks for my bonesIf we can learn how to freeze ourselves aliveWe can learn to leave these burdens to burn Cast out these creatures of woeWho shatter themselvesFighting the fire with your bare hands Now my journey takes me further southI want to hear what the blind men singWith their fossils and their gypsy bonesI'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone And how can I make new againWhat rusts every time it rainsAnd the rain it comes and floods our lungsWe're just orphans in a tidal wave's wake If I wake up and see my maker comingWith all of his crimson and his iron desireWe'll drag the streets with the baggage of longingTo be loved or destroyed from a voidTo a grain of sand in your hand