Here Come The Warm Jets

Baby's on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby's on fire
And all the laughing boys are bitching
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching.


Rescuers row row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow blow
Lend some assistance to the object
Photographers snip snap
Take your time she's only burning
This kind of experience
Is necessary for her learning
If you'll be my flotsam
I could be half the man i used to
They said you were hot stuff
And that's what baby's been reduced to.


Juanita and juan
Very clever with maracas
Making their fortunes
Selling second-hand tobaccos
Juan dances at chico's
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays
And pockets all that he's collected
But baby's on fire!
And all the instruments agree that
Her temperatures rising
But any idiot would know that.

Cindy tells me, the rich girls are weeping
Cindy tells me, they've given up sleeping alone
And now they're so confused by their new freedoms
And she tells me they're selling up their maisonettes
Left the hotpoints to rust in the kitchenettes
And they're saving their labour for insane reading.


Some of them lose - and some of them lose
But that's what they want - and that's what they choose
It's a burden - such a burden
Oh what a burden to be so relied on.


Cindy tell me, what will they do with their lives
Living quietly like labourer's wives
Perhaps they'll re-acquire those things they've all disposed of.

Blank frank is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
Yes, he is the one who will set you up as nothing
And he is one who will look at you sideways
His particular skill is leaving bombs in people's driveways.


Blank frank has a memory that's as cold as an iceberg
The only time he speaks is in incomprehensible proverbs
Blank frank is the siren, he's the air-raid, he's the crater
He's on the menu, on the table, he's the knife and he's the waiter

Those who know
They don't let it show
They just give you one long glance
And you'll go oh, oh, oh, oh.


Goes to show
How winds blow
The weather's fine
And i feel so, so, so, so, so.


Birds of prey
With too much to say
Oh what could be my destiny
Another rainy day.


Why ask why
For by the by and by,
All mysteries are just more
Needles in the camel's eye.

Oh cheeky cheeky
Oh naughty sneeky
You're so perceptive and i wonder how you knew.


But these finks don't walk too well
A bad sense of direction
And so they stumble round in threes
Such a strange collection.


Oh you headless chicken
Can those poor teeth take so much kicking?
You're always so charming
As you peck your way up there.


And these finks don't dress too well
No discrimination
To be a zombie all the time
Requires such dedication.


Oh please, sir will you let it go by
'cos i failed both tests with my legs both tied
In my place the stuff is all there
I've been ever so sad for a very long time
My my they wanted the works can you this and that
I never got a letter back
More fool me bless my soul
More fool me bless my soul.


Oh perfect masters
They thrive on disasters
They all look so harmless
Till they find there way up there.


But dead finks don't talk too well
They've got a shaky sense of diction
It's not so much a living hell
It's just a dying fiction.