I see myself on T.V., I'm a faker, a paper clownIt's clear to all my friends that I habitually lie; I just bring them downI claim proneness to exaggerationBut the truth lies in my frustrationThe children of the night, they all pass me byHave to drench myself in brandyIn sleep I'll hideBut however much I boozeThere ain't no way outThere ain't no way outI don't care what you say, boyThere ain't no way out I lose so many nights of sleep worrying about my responsibilitiesAre the problems that screw me up really down to him or meMy ego will just confuse meSome day it's going to up and use meDish me out another tailor-made complimentTell me about some destiny I can't preventAnd however much I squirmThere ain't no way outThere ain't no way outI don't care what you say, boyThere ain't no way out Won't somebody tell me how to get out of this place?! Then the night comes down like a cell door closingSuddenly I realize that I'm right now, I'm on the sceneWhile sitting here all alone with a bottle and my head a-floatingFar away from the phone and the conscience going on at meAnd on at me, and I don't care what you sayThere ain't no way outThere ain't no way out Now the walls are all clawed and scratchedLike by some soul insaneIn the morning I humbly detach myselfI take no blameI just can't face my failureI'm nothing but a well fucked sailorYou at home can easily decide what's rightBy glancing very briefly at the songs I writeBut it don't help me that you knowThis ain't no way outWon't somebody tell me?I don't care what you say, boyThere ain't no way out There ain't no way outThere ain't no way outThere ain't no way out Give me the key, lock it away There ain'tThere ain'tThere ain't no way outThere ain't no way outThere ain't no way out

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight I've got my clipboard, text booksLead me to the stationYeah, I'm off to the civil warI've got my kit bag, my heavy bootsI'm runnin' in the rainGonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, second generationAnd I'm a soldier at thirteenSlip kid, slip kid, realizationThere's no easy way to be freeNo easy way to be free It's a hard, hard world I left my doctor's prescription bungalow behind meI left the door ajarI left my vacuum flaskFull of hot tea and sugarLeft the keys right in my car Slip kid, slip kid, second generationOnly half way up the treeSlip kid, slip kid, I'm a relationI'm a soldier at sixty-threeNo easy way to be free Slip kid, slip kid Keep away old man, you won't fool meYou and your history won't rule meYou might have been a fighter, but admit you failedI'm not affected by your blackmailYou won't blackmail me I've got my clipboard, text booksLead me to the stationYeah, I'm off to the civil warI've got my kit bag, my heavy bootsI'm runnin' in the rainGonna run till my feet are raw Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of troubleSlip over here and set me freeSlip kid, slip kid, second generationYou're slidin' down the hill like meNo easy way to be freeNo easy way to be freeNo easy way to be free

Mama's got a squeeze box she wears on her chestAnd when daddy comes home he never gets no rest'Cause she's playin' all nightAnd t[...] Unfortunately, we are not licensed to display the full lyrics for this song at the moment. Hopefully we will be able to in the future. Until then, how about a random page?

I feel like I want to break out of the houseMy heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouthI feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrestI want to scream in the night, I want a manifest I've got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o'clock-in-the-morning feelingI've got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazineI want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I've never really been inI want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machine (I'm dreaming) From the waist on down(I'm dreaming) But I feel tired and bound(I'm dreaming) Of a day when a cold shower helps my health(I'm dreaming) Dreaming, of the day I can control myselfDay I can control myself Sound like a priest and then I'm shooting diceI'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning whiteI know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressedI'm too old to give up, but too young to rest I've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbedFeeling social when the world is sleepingThe plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented downI'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad sad story has me quietly weepingBut here comes the morningHere comes the yawning demented clown (I'm dreaming) But I know it's all hot air(I'm dreaming) I'll get back to that rocking chair(I'm dreaming) Of the day I can share the wealth(I'm dreaming) Dreaming, of the day I can control myselfDay I can control myselfHey, hey!The day I can control myself

Imagine a manNot a child of any revoltBut a plain man tied up in life Imagine the sandRunning out as he strutsParading and fading, ignoring his wife Imagine a roadSo long looking backwardsYou can't see where it really began Imagine a loadSo large and so smoothThat against it a man is an ant Then you will see the endYou will see the end Imagine eventsThat occur everydayLike a shooting or raping or a simple act of deceit Imagine a fenceAround you as high as preventionCasting shadows, you can't see your feet Imagine a girlWith long, flowing hairAnd the body of chalky perfection and truth Imagine a pastWhere you wish you had livedFull of heroes and villains and fools And you will see the endYou will see the endAnd you will see the endYou will see the endOh yeah Imagine a manNot a child of any revoltBut a man of today feeling new Imagine a soulSo old it it is brokenAnd you know your invention is you And you will see the endYou will see the endYou will see the endYou will see the endOh yeah

Friday night, I'm on my way homeThey ought to make work a crimeI'm home for the weekendI'm gonna make the most of my timeThere's a rock and roll singer on the televisionGiving up his music, gonna take up religionDeserted rock and rollTo try to save his soul Saturday night, I got a gig with the bandPlaying the electric guitarSomeday I'm gonna make itGonna be a super duper starGet a big flashy carAnd a house for my MumThe big break better happen soon'Cause I'm pushing twenty-one Just like Cinderella when she couldn't go to the ballA voice said "I'm your fairy manager, you shall play the Carnegie Hall"I gotta give up my day job to become a heartthrobI may go far if I smash my guitar Away for the weekendI've gotta play some one-night standsSix for the tax manAnd one for the bandBack in the studioTo make our latest number oneTake two hundred and seventy sixYou know, this used to be fun Monday morning, I just got homeSix and the birds are singingI need a drink and my clothes are wetOooh and my ears are still ringingThere's a rock and roll singer bopping on the TVHe used to be a preacher but now he sings in a major keyAmended his decisionTo the new religion

Where do you walk on sunny timesWhen the rivers gleam and the buildings shineHow do you feel goin' up hallowed hallsAnd the summer clothes brighten gloomy halls And they're all in loveAnd they're all in love Where do you fit in zzzzip magazineWhere the past is the hero and the present a queenJust tell me right now where do you fit inWith mud in your eye and a passion for gin And they're all in loveAnd they're all in love Hey, goodbye all you punks; stay young and stay highHand me my checkbook and I'll crawl out to dieBut like a woman in childbirth grown ugly in a flashI'm seen magic and fame now I'm recycling trash And they're all in loveAnd they're all in loveAnd they're all in loveAnd they're all in love

Some people seem so obsessed with the morningGet up early just to watch the sun riseSome people like it more when there's fire in the skyWorship the sun when it's highSome people go for those sultry eveningsSipping cocktails in the blue, red and greyBut I like every minute of the day I like every second, so long as you are on my mindEvery moment has its special charmIt's all right when you're around, rain or shineI know a crowd who only live after midnightTheir faces always seem so paleAnd then there's friends of mine who must have sunlightThey say a suntan never failsI know a man who works the night shiftHe's lucky to get a job and some payAnd I like every minute of the day I dig every secondI can laugh in the snow and rainI get a buzz from being cold and wetThe pleasure seems to balance out the pain And so you see that I'm completely crazyI even shun the south of FranceThe people on the hill, they say I'm lazyBut when they sleep, I sing and danceSome people have to have the sultry eveningsCocktails in the blue, red and greyBut I like every minute of the day I like every minute of the day

I'm feelin' so good right nowThere's a handsome boy tells me how I changed his pastHe buys me a brandyBut could it be he's really just after my ass? He likes the clothes I wearHe says he likes a man who's dressed in seasonBut no one else ever stares, he's being so kindWhat's the reason? How many friends have I really got?You can count them on one handHow many friends have I really got?How many friends have I really got?That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am? Suddenly it's the silver screenAnd a face so beautiful that I have to cry outEverybody hears meBut I look like a fool nowWith a cry and I shy outShe knows all of my friendsBut it's nice to find a woman who can stay home lateNow I think I've reached the endI wonder in the dead of night, how do I rate? How many friends have I really got?How many friends have I really got?How many friends have I really got?That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am? It's all like a dream you knowWhen you're still up early in the morningAnd you all sit together to watch the sun come throughBut things don't look so goodWhen you could use a bit of warningThen you know that no one will ever speak the truth about you How many friends have I really got?How many friends have I really got?How many friends have I really got?That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am? When I first signed a contractIt was more than a handshake thenI know it still isBut there's a plain factWe talk so much shit behind each other's backsI get the williesPeople know nothing about their own soft gutSo how come they can sum us upWithout suffering all the hype we've knownHow come they bum us up How many friends have I really got?Well, you can count 'em on the one handHow many friends have I really got?How many friends have I really got?That love me, that want me, that'll take me as I am?

Ain't it funny how they're all CleopatraWhen you gaze into their pastWhen you find out about their birth signsYou realize there was no need to have asked All the history of a soul in tormentIngrained in a hand or a faceAin't it funny how they all fire the pistolAt the wrong end of the race I am going round and roundI am going round and roundI am going round and roundI am going roundGoing round and round There's a man going through your dust binOnly this time he's looking for foodThere's a tear in his eye, you don't know himOh but you know what he's going through Ain't it funny that you can't seem to help himFeelin' sick as he staggers awayIs it weird that you hate a strangerCan a detail correct your dismay I am going round and roundI am going round and roundI am going round and roundI am going roundGoing round and round