You must be wondering how. The boy next door turned out. Have a care, but don't stare. Because he's still there. Lamenting policewomen, policemen. Silly women, taxmen, uniformed whores.
There's too many people. Planning your downfall. When your spirit's on trial. These nights can be frightening. Sleep transports sadness. To some other mid-brain.
When I'm dead. It will be read. "Here Lies The Public Image". 5 percent human being. And 95 image. . What you see is what you get. And what you get may well be worth seeing.
Ordinary boys,. Happy knowing nothing. Happy being no-one but themselves. Ordinary girls,. Supermarket clothes. Who think it's very clever to be cruel to you.
You fight with your right hand. And caress with your left hand. Everyone I know is sick to death of you. . With a tear that's a mile wide. In the kite that you're flying.
Reflecting from my deathbed. I'm balancing life's riches. against the ditches. and the flat gray years in-between. all I can see are the never-laid. that's the never played symphonies.
David, the wind blows. The wind blows. Bits of your life away. Your friends all say. Where is our boy?. Ah, we've lost our boy. But they should know. Where you've gone.
The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. . I will be. In the bar.
The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. The more you ignore me. The closer I get. You're wasting your time. . I will be. In the bar.
A world war. Was announced. Days ago. But they didn't know. The lazy sunbathers. The lazy sunbathers. The sun burns through. To the planet's core. And it isn't enough.
I just wanna say. I haven't been away. I'm still right here. Where I always was. So one day, if you're bored. By all means call. Because you can do. (But only if you want to).
Churchillian legs. Hair barely there. The harsh truth of the camera eye. . Your eyes signal pain. Because of the strain. Of smiling. The harsh truth of the camera eye.
Step-child, you have outlived your time. You represent embarrassment and failure. And the Father who must be killed. Is the blight upon your blighted life.
With no complications. Fifteen generations. (Of mine). All honouring Nature. (Until I arrive). With incredible style. . I'm the end of the line. The end of the family line.
The edges are no, no longer parallel. The edges are no, no longer parallel. And there is no law of averages here. If you feel down. Then you're bound to stay down.
Mad in Madrid. Ill in Seville. Lonely in Barcelona. Then someone tells you and you cheer. . Hooray, hooray. The bullfighter dies. Hooray, hooray. The bullfighter dies.
He's just too good-natured and. he's got too much money and. he's got too many girlfriends. i'm jealous, that's all. Have you seen him go, though, oh?.
I'm calling you from the foyer. Of the Sands Hotel. Where the men and the women. Are acquainted quite well. . And the drunkards keep on drinking. And oh, my room is cold.
I was wasting my time. Trying to fall in love. Disappointment came to me and. Booted me and bruised and hurt me. . That's how people grow up. That's how people grow up.
A police car and a screaming siren -. A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -. A baby wailing and stray dog howling -. The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -.