My Early Burglary Years

You don't know a thing about their lives
They live where you wouldn't dare to drive
You shake as you think of how they sleep
But you write as if you all lie side by side
Reader, meet author
With the hope of hearing sense
But you may be feeling let down
By the words of defence
He says "no-one ever sees me when i cry"

You don't know a thing about their lives
Books don't save them, books aren't stanley knives
And if a fight broke out here tonight
You'd be the first away, because you're that type
And the year 2000 won't change anyone here
As each fabled promise flies so fast
You'll swear it was never there
Oh, have you ever escaped from a shipwrecked life ?


So safely with your software, miles from the front line
You hear the way their sad voice sings, and you start to imagine things
Oh, any excuse to write more lies

I was dancing when i was twelve
I was dancing when i was twelve
I was dancing when i was ... oh
I was dancing when i was ... oh
I danced myself out of the womb
I danced myself out of the womb
Is it strange to dance so soon ?
Is it strange to dance so soon ?

Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man ?
What's it like to be a loon ?
I liken it to a balloon
Oh ...


I danced myself into the tomb
I danced myself into the tomb
Is it strange to dance so soon ?
Is it strange to dance so soon ?


Is it wrong to understand
The fear that dwells inside a man ?
What's it like to be a loon ?
I liken it to a balloon
Oh ...

Oh ...
I have been smashed again
With the men from the
Old valhalla road crematorium
Boring men with the same old patter

I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
And i don't know why i held out
So long for me and you


Until he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, i will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew


Then i was wrecked again
With the men full of bluff and ardour
From a well-known funeral parlour


I am a simple man
Not much to gain or lose
Older and wiser
Never applies to me


And so he drew
A swallow on my neck
And more, i will not say
He drew
A swallow, deep and blue
And soon, everyone knew


Aah ...
Oh ...


You have been telling me
That i have been
Acting childish
Foolish, ghoulish and childish
Oh, i know, i know, i know !
I know, i know, i know
But i don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind


Ah ...
I don't mind
Ah ...

We're really missing you
We're really missing you
Oh, and you've only just gone

Oh, well, you punched and fell
Then you felt embarrassed
My heart goes out to you
So i offered love
And it was not required
Oh, what else can i do ?
What else can i do ?


We're really missing you
We're really missing you
And you've only just gone


So, sunny, send at least one thoughtful letter
My heart goes out to you
Tell us all how things are so much better
My heart, it left with you
What else can i do ?


Oh, they're not forgiving you
And you're not even wrong


Oh, with your jean belt wrapped around your arm
Oh, sunny, my heart goes out to you
And with a needle pressed onto tight skin
Sunny, i cry when i see where it's taken you


Aah ...
I'm here, i won't move
Aah ...
I'm here, i won't move
Aah ...
I'm here, i will not move
Aah ...

Nine times fined
Never mind
Things can only improve
We are just stood here
Waiting for the next great wound

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake


All in all, imagine this :
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves


People think all we do
Is lie around and think of how
Rich we'd be if we didn't think
Life could improve


And we just can't wait to make more mistakes
And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face


Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
So, never loosen the grip on our hand
Call us home
Make our tea
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves


Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand
Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we ... oh ... we tend to please ourselves


And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess
And complete distress won't make much difference to us


Sing us our
Favourite song
Nobody loves us
Born-again athiests
Practising troublemakers
Make us our
Favourite jam
Nobody loves us
Useless and shiftless
And jobless
But we're all yours

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been

Crash into my arms
I want you
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you


And i know a place
Where no one is likely to pass
Oh, you don't care if it's late
And you don't care if you're lost
And oh, you look so tired
(but tonight you presume too much)
Too much, too much
And if it's the last
Thing i ever do
I'm gonna get you


Crash into my arms
I want you
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you


Crash into my arms
I want you
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you
Oh ...


Thankyou.

Black-eyed susan
You make us nervous
Because we're very aware that you do not care

Oh, black-eyed susan
What don't you believe in ?
"no is always easier than yes"
Whoo !


Black-eyed susan
You must insist :
You are a born-again atheist, oh


Oh, heavy-rings on
Bitten fingers
Black-eyed susan sometimes
Shakes to break
So, watch it


Oh ...
Black-eyed susan
Rest and do nothing
'cause it's the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...


Black-eyed susan
Rest and do nothing
'cause it's the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...


Black-eyed susan
Rest and do nothing
'cause it's the only thing that you do quite well
Aah ...


Black-eyed susan
Please remember
We were the first
We were the first
Oh ...

How many times have i been around ?
Recycled papers paving the ground
Well, she lives for the written word
And people come second, or possibly third

And there is no style, but i say "well done"
To the girl least likely to
Oh, deep in my heart, how i wish i was wrong
But deep in my heart, i know i am not
And there's enough gloom in her world, i'm certain
Without my contribution


So i sit, and i smile, and i say "well done"
To the girl least likely to
Page after page of sniping rage
An english singe or an american tinge
"there's a publisher," she said, "...in the new year"
(it's never in this year)


I do think this, but i can't admit it
To the girl least likely to
So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong ...
And oh, the news is bad again
See me as i am again


And the scales of justice sway one way
In the rooms of those least likely to
Oh, deep in my heart, how i want to be wrong
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
From 21 to 25, from 25 to 29


And i sit, and i smile, and i say "well done"
To the girl least likely to
Oh, one more song about the queen
Or standing around the shops with thieves
"but somebody's got to make it !" she screams
"so why why can't it be me ?"
But she would die if we heard her sing from the heart
Which is hurt


So how many times will i shed a tear ?
And another stage of verse to cheer
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Please remember these nights
When i sit and support with a dutiful smile
Because there's nothing i can say
So chucking, churning, and turning the knife
On everything (except their own life)
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation - it drains me
If only there could be a way


There is a different mood all over the world
A different youth, unfamiliar views
And dearest, it could all be for you
So will you come down and i'll meet you ?
And with no more poems, with nothing to hear
Oh darling, it's all for you...
Darling, it's all for you ...
Oh darling, it's all for you ...
Oh darling, it's all for you ...