Something in the city or a name at Lloyds Networking yuppies and the same old boys Safe in glass houses of high finance Now there's a change of circumstance
A little sister of the holding company Her future cut short, accidental O.D. Rock`n'roll massacre Rock`n'roll massacre Jumping jack flash found a watery
Confused little minds giggle in bars Over fantasy conquest in the back of cars Naughty innuendoes and dirty sniggers Makes the libido grow a little bigger
... An element of magic Stolen from a childhood dream Don't fell I'm in danger On cloud nine float so serene Suffering from overwhelming stress Retreat
The rent is overdue the phone's stopped ringing And the bills are coming through the door She never ever seems to make a living Everybody else is making
Across your face that shattered look Of memories that flood the mind Served up on TV, film and book Bitter testament of mankind They can keep their propaganda
Fighting against two enemies One's commercial, one's pretence Play me off against each other Self-belief's my only defence Big or small, they're all
A gang outsde the chemsts restless in the night Conversation turns to the war they have to fight Worried passers by too old to understand How k ds in
Everyone who walks through the door Is a worthless scrounger and nothing more Get rid of them with sarcastic hustle Then go back to your crossword puzzle
She cut her hair in the latest style 'though it did not suit her face it got her one condescending smile put her right back in her place Why be a blank
Life is complicated Yours is underrated The less you have, the less you get There ain't no safety net Pleasure never tasted All the time you wasted Got
I try to get my foot on the ladder try climbing up the greasy pole one step forward, ten steps backwards retrograde rock 'n' roll It's so hard living
You're drowning in your hopelessness Don't know if you're live or dead You life has become such a mess Deathwish is all that's in your head A feeling
Do you ever stop to consider All the damage that you do When all your wicked whispers just ain't true Can't turn my back incase you bite Face to face
All boys together, I was odd girl out playing with fire, playing too loud living on nothing, surviving on dreams my mind is a waste land of what should
They told us no future and that's what we've got it don't seem so glamorous now our rags turned to rags, we never saw riches we lost them somehow Less
You're average you're nothing much they like you cold and untouched killers of dreams and self esteem human being or work machine? There is an empty
A fistful of dollars, a nuclear warhead A few dollars more, arms galore A fistful of dollars gotta win the arms race They'd kill us all for a few dollars