I Know Very Well How I Got My Name

A child in a curious phase
A man with sullen ways
Oh, I know very well how I got my name

You think you were my first love
You think you were my first love, but you’re wrong
You were the only one
Who’s come and gone

When thirteen years old
Who dyed his hair gold?
Oh, I know very well, I don’t need to be told

You think you were my first love
You think you were my first love, but you’re wrong
You were the only one
Who’s come and gone

You were the only one
Who’s come and gone

Pregnant For the Last Time

Phlegm lapels for the last time
Corn beef legs for the last time
Oh, we’re so glad
That you’ve finally decided

But then you see someone new
And you want someone new
So you have someone new
I don’t blame you
We would all do the same as you
If ever we had the nerve to

Chips with cream for the last time
The People’s Friend for the last time
Oh, we’re so glad
That you’ve finally decided

Tiny striped socks for the last time
Pokes and prods for the last time
And the doctor said
“Don’t nod your head until June !”

But then you see someone new
And you want someone new
So you have someone new
I don’t blame you
We would all do the same as you
If ever we had the chance to

Sick at noon for the last time
And who is going to clean up ?
Would you be so kind ?
Oh, everybody’s staring
At the strange clothes that you’re wearing

Bad advice for the last time
And people being nice for the very first time
Oh, we’re so glad

Jack the Ripper

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don’t agree –
But you don’t refuse
I know you

And I know a place
Where no one is likely to pass
Oh, you don’t care if it’s late
And you don’t care if you’re lost
And oh, you look so tired
(But tonight you presume too much)
Too much, too much
And if it’s the last
Thing I ever do
I’M GONNA GET YOU

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don’t agree –
But you don’t refuse
I know you

Crash into my arms
I WANT YOU
You don’t agree –
But you don’t refuse
I know you
Oh …

I’ve Changed My Plea to Guilty

I’m standing in the dock
With my innocent hand on my heart
I’ve changed my plea
I’ve changed my plea to guilty
Because freedom is wasted on me
See how your rules spoil the game

Outside there is a pain
Emotional air raids exhausted my heart
And it’s safer to be inside
So, I’m changing my plea
And no one can dissuade me
Because freedom was wasted on me
See how your rules spoil the game

Something I have learned
If there is one thing in life I’ve observed
It’s that everybody’s got somebody
Ooh no, not me
So I’ve changed my plea to guilty
And reason and freedom is a waste
It’s a lot like life

Sister Im a Poet

All over this town
Yes, a low wind may blow
And I can see through everybody’s clothes
With no reason
To hide these words, I feel
And no reason
To talk about the books I read
But still, I do

That’s ’cause I’m a …
Sister I’m a …
All over this town

Along this way
Outside the prison gates
I love the romance of Crime
And I wonder :
Does anybody feel the same way I do ?
And is Evil just something you are
Or something you do ?

Sister I’m a …
Sister I’m a …
All over this town

All over this town
They pull over
In their Citroen vans
Not to shake your hands
With Meths on their breaths
And you with youth on your side
All alone … lone … alone, waiting at the lights
But not this time

Sister I’m a …
Sister I’m a …
All over this town …
All .. oh
Oh
All over this town

Everyday Is Like Sunday

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon – come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
“How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here”
In the seaside town
…that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come – nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face…)
(On your face …)
(On your face …)
(On your face …)

Everyday is like Sunday
“Win Yourself A Cheap Tray”
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey