Boy Lyrics - Strings Attached - Ian Hunter

Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme 

After all you're still quite small you don't know where you've been 

You was only swearing yesterday 

Oh you want to win the world away 

But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay 

Boy you're getting out of hand 

You've got to make a stand 

So put the coke away 

Boy you got the do the show 

Got to let the people know 

You've got the strength to stay 

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I can see you run 

I can see you hide 

Oh your heart is aching 

Lost in a dream of what might have been 

You're the guide 

You're the number one 

And your knees are shaking 

Stand and deliver in an endless dream 

Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so 

Only yes-men 

Have a guess man 

Watch the spirit go 

Batman zips the monster as he bleeds 

And gets off on the buzz he needs 

And a kid on the street just reads 

and reads and reads and reads 

and reads and reads and reads 

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Boy its them hard case city blues 

Cagney is the news 

Does "The Giant" ring a bell? 

Boy its the Hudson East River cruise 

Its the Empire State of booze 

Oh you know the story well 

Do you have to run 

Do you have to hide 

There's a new tomorrow 

Yes you're a mess 

But you're more than less 

When this battle's won 

You can look inside 

All you did not borrow 

Yes you're the best 

But you still can't rest 

You know you know 

The carnival is closed 

Your streets are lined with ghosts 

But a princess don't look back 

Don't look back don't look round 

Your vision is your fight 

Through long electric nights 

When a woman helps you write 

Na na na 

Na na na 

Na 

Na na na 

Na na na 

Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past 

See you did not have to fast 

Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts 

And lasts and lasts and lasts 

And lasts and lasts 

Boy if you've got an axe to grind 

Be thankful for this time 

For it gives you what you need 

Boy you've got an eighty-eight to play 

It'll tell you what to say 

It'll tell you when to breathe 

Boy take a turnpike heading west 

Turn the people on to Beau Geste 

Cause that's what you did the best 

Boy play the pipes till they're old and worn 

Sing the words till they fall forlorn 

Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet 

Boy don't let the earth get in your face 

its a middle-aged displace 

Its the middle ages snide 

Boy we're a million miles away 

And to think its so insane 

Take a chance on a one way ride 

Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind 

Oh these people ain't your kind 

No they ain't your kind at all 

Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain 

No these people ain't the same 

You can hear another call 

Boy the (other book?) starts with (no?) 

They don't show us how to grow 

They only show us how to win 

Boy the secret's in the bicycle shed 

Ain't no answers now they're dead 

To seek is a mortal sin 

Hey you know boy let your madness be the clue