| It's a new form of slavery | |
| Some gas from the past | |
| Partly built on the right | |
| Partly built out of glass | |
| While the crystals deflate | |
| I begin to address | |
| A little run in your stocking | |
| A little hair on your dress | |
| Well the party isn't over | |
| Till the fat one comes home | |
| You know you ate up all the sausages | |
| Gave the old dog a bone | |
| It's part of your anatomy | |
| It's part of your mind | |
| I would prefer mine I suppose | |
| To do this time | |
| It's the dark side of perfection | |
| Prelude to success | |
| Curious brand new direction | |
| From associated risks | |
| Could be the stigma of rejection | |
| Or the embarrassment of desire | |
| It got clumsy with the ladle | |
| Spilt the soup on the fire | |
| Surrounded by cushions | |
| Black lacquer and chrome | |
| As your friends and relations | |
| Inspect your brand new home | |
| In a moment or two | |
| They're gonna leave you alone | |
| No more days in the oven | |
| No more nights on the phone | |
| It was good news and bad news | |
| For the unemployed son | |
| Of a bitch or a bridesmaid | |
| A beggar or a bum | |
| We can blow them to Mars | |
| Or at least kingdom come | |
| There's a lot of houses for rent | |
| Back where I come from | |
| Never, never should have let that knucklehead | |
| Back on the street | |
| Gets the funniest looks from | |
| Everyone they meet | |
| watch real close | |
| 'Cause you're in for a treat | |
| You're gonna get the next meal free | |
| If you don't get a receipt | |
| It was good news and bad news | |
| For the unemployed son | |
| Of a bitch or a bridesmaid | |
| A beggar or a bum | |
| We can blow them to Mars | |
| Or at least kingdom come | |
| No, there's lots of nice little apartments | |
| For rent where I come from | |
| There's lots of nice little apartments | |
| For rent where I come from |