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 squalor of the mind