Our hero's fallen down again It's not a big surprise Two weeks wages on a suit A crappy pair of shoes He's only handsome In the right light Now what are we going to do You never really knew And no one knows where connie goes She's wearing shiny clothes Paper wraps and skinny guys and All her neighbours Eyes say running riot Our hero knows the papers Just need their news They never really knew But they decided where you're going to We're ready for you don't write don't call me Unless you're lying in a traffic accident Unless you're dying in a traffic accident
And somewhere in a whitehall room Who's popping prostitutes full Of scotch and falling off And that persistant cough a cosy number And all those goons They're only afraid of truth They never really knew That in the end It would desert them too
We're ready for you Don't write don't call me Unless you're lying in a Traffic accident Unless you're dying in a Traffic accident
Are we violent Are we stupid Are we vacant Are we useless Hello work life Farewell park life Have you come for me
Don't write don't call me Or are we giving ourselves away Woke up this morning And am I giving myself away They owe you something Unless they're lying In a traffic accident
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