The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you

The whispering, May hurt you, But the printed word might kill you

So don't let the blue, The blue eyes fool you

They're just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes

CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows, You know I couldn't last, Someone please

take me home



The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you

The teenagers, Who love you, They will wake up, yawn and kill you



So don't let the blue, The blue eyes fool you

They're just gelignite, Loaded and aiming right between your eyes

CDs and T-shirts, promos and God knows

You know I couldn't last, Someone please take me home

There's a cash register ringing and

It weighs so heavy on my back, Someone please take me home



The critics who, Can't break you

They somehow help to make you

The critics who, Can't break you, Unwittingly they make you



So don't let the good days, Of the gold discs, Creep up and mug you

With evil legal eagles, You know I couldn't last, Accountants rampant, You know

I couldn't last

Every -ist and every -ism, Thrown my way to stay, And the northern leeches go

on, Removing, removing, removing



Then in the end, Your royalties bring you luxuries, Your royalties bring you

luxuries, Oh but

The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The squalor of the mind, The