(wener)

our hero's fallen down again
its 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 neighnours
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 prostitues 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 parklife
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