Colossal Youth

Go for credit in the straight world
Look a dealer in the eye
Go for credit in the real world
Won't you try?

I got some credit in the straight world
I lost a leg, I lost an eye
Go for credit in the real world
You won't die

Instant credit in the straight world
Leaving money when you die
Lots of credit in the real world
gets you high

So bad when you went away
Nothing I could do or say
And now we are a lonely two
Sit at home and watch the tube

I've been hurt before,
sorrow knocking on my door
Pain

And so I make a brand-new-life
Fashioned out of brand-new strife
And when I hear the doorbell ring
I can never let them in to me

Pain is in me every day
When you went it came to stay
Come and be a cure for me
Make the tears come out of me

So bad when you went away
Nothing I could do or say
And when I hear the doorbell ring
I can never let them in to me

Re-arranging the atoms in my hairdo
Gets me thinking 'bout
good times I had with you
Back in the Sixties when love was free
Never need to worry bout my G.C.E.

Dying of boredom in your plastic home
Pretty the pictures, work to the bone
Don't be depressed,
you can just pick up the phone
But it won't answer 'cos
there's no-one home

Count your possessions out one by one
Include your lovers, include the one
You threw away in nineteen sixty three
Include me out, don't label me

Searching for Mr Right
Waiting up half the night

Feeling like I'll be dead
Before I'm old
Teaching myself to be
The Young Untold

How can I hope to be
Someone for you to see?

Blind as the Fate decrees
I will go on
Teaching myself to be
The Young Untold

Am I in vain tonight?
Lose you against the light
Who can you be
Mr Right?

And when I see you
constantly changing
Never the same as, never remaining
I cannot fix you in a position
Where I would lose you out of my vision
For you are movement
And that is nothing

Staring at the mirror on
the steamy bathroom wall
eating a Noddemix
As the people are running
the highrise starts to fall
While she neatly wipes her lips

The reporters pick up
their pads and pens
As they rush to the scene
And the cameras wink on the gory views
How the Editors agree

Putting on her makeup
she glances at the clock
Next she'll paint her nails
The train has collided
the driver didn't stop
As she slips onto the scales

Looking for her car keys
she finds them in her shoe
Lift the magazine from the floor
That long-ago mystery
has revealed another clue
As she quickly shuts the door

Yeah, man, they just pulled over now,
And it looks like it's gonna be an all-night job tonight, you know.
If you could send a few cars, it would sure help a lot.
And I should sip wine in front of the TV tonight
Because there's a program I wish you to see.
I'll start making a few inquiries already.
Ok, that's all for now.

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