the old cliché; why to begin? include me out of any mess you’re stepping in but if he swings you need to know la ronde can have you slipping further down than you have ever known
you and i, wonderful life it already hasn’t happened yet and here’s the why on your back or on your knees it seems to make no difference to what you think you need
tell me something i already don’t know tell the reasons why you have to sneak around and go with him i know when i was him i wanted more than clichés
you and i and me and him there’s something that this whole wide world can’t come between to sit in hell and count the stars as they flicker dimly and then one by one go out
tell me something that you don’t want me to know a secret burns away to leave an acid hole that’s filled by him i know when i was him i wanted more than chocolate sex and amyl high and supernova suicides you only laugh to make him cry a fantasy of how you’re right to strip your clothes and pawn the crown everyone’s a winner when you’re on the way down