Bona Drag

Yes, i am blind
No, i can't see
The good things
Just the bad things, oh...

Yes, i am blind
No, i can't see
There must be something
Horribly wrong with me ?


God, come down
If you're really there
Well, you're the one who claims to care


Love's young dream
I'm the one who shopped you
I'm the one who stopped you
'cause in my sorry way i love you
Love's young dream
Are you sorry
For what you've done ?
Well, you're not the only one
And in my sorry way i love you


Yes, i am blind
But i do see
Evil people prosper
Over the likes of you and me
Always


God, come down
If you're really there
Well, you're the one who claims to care


Little lamb
On a hill
Run fast if you can
Good christians, they want to kill you
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like me
Oh, your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like me
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, just like me
And your life has not even begun !
You're just like me, you're just like, just like me
And your life has not even begun !

There are some bad people on the rise
There are some bad people on the rise
They're saving their own skins by
Ruining other people's lives
Bad, bad people on the rise
Young married couple in debt
- ever felt had ?
Young married couple in debt
- ever felt had ?

On a government scheme
Designed to kill your dream
Oh mum, oh dad
Once poor, always poor
La la la la la
Interesting drug
The one that you took
Tell the truth - it really helped you
An interesting drug
The one that you took
God, it really really helped you
You wonder why we're only half-ashamed ?


"because enough is too much!
...and look around ...
...can you blame us ? can you blame us ? "


On a government scheme
Designed to kill your dream
Oh mum, oh dad
Once poor, always poor
La la la la la
Interesting drug
The one that you took
Tell the truth - it really helped you
An interesting drug
The one that you took
God, it really really helped you
You wonder why we're only half-ashamed ?


"because enough is too much!
...and look around ...
...can you blame us ? can you blame us ? "

Ouija board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to say hello
To an old friend

Ouija board, ouija board, ouija board
Would you work for me ?
I have got to get through
To a good friend
Well, she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it


Ouija board, ouija board, ouija board
Would you help me ?
Because i still do feel
So horribly lonely


Would you, ouija board
Would you, ouija board
Would you help me ?
And i just can't find
My place in this world


She has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it


Oh hear my voice ("hear my voice")
Oh hear my voice ("hear my voice")
Hear my voice ("hear my voice")
Hear my voice ("hear my voice")
The table is rumbling ...
The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
"no, i was not pushing that time"
It spells : s.t.e.v.e.n


The table is rumbling
The glass is moving
"no, i was not pushing that time" :
P.u.s.h.o. double f.


Well, she has now gone
From this unhappy planet
With all the carnivores
And the destructors of it

Here is london, giddy of london
Is it home of the free -
Or what ?

Can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary
And psychologically save me
I've got faith in you
I sense the power
Within the fingers
Within an hour the power
Could totally destroy me
(or, it could save my life)


Oh, here is london
"home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it real ?
And you're always busy


Really busy
Busy, busy
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around sloane square
And you're just so busy
Busy, busy
Busy scissors
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(only the other day)


Was a client, over-cautious
He made you nervous
And when he said
"i'm gonna sue you"
Oh, i really felt for you ...mmm...


So can you squeeze me
Into an empty page of your diary;
And supernaturally change me ?
Change me, change
Oh, here in london
"home of the brash, outrageous and free"
You are repressed
But you're remarkably dressed
Is it real ?
And you're always busy


Really busy
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
All around sloane square


And you're just too busy
To see me
Busy clippers
Oh, hairdresser on fire
(only the other day)

Dear hero imprisoned
With all the new crimes that you are perfecting
Oh, i can't help quoting you
Because everything that you said rings true
And now in my cell
(well, i followed you)
And here's a list of who i slew

Reggie kray - do you know my name ?
Oh, don't say you don't
Please say you do, (oh) i am :


The last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous
International playboys
And in my cell
(well, i loved you)
And every man with a job to do
Ronnie kray - do you know my face ?
Oh, don't say you don't
Please say you do, (oh) i am :


The last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous
International playboys


In our lifetime those who kill
The newsworld hands them stardom
And these are the ways
On which i was raised
These are the ways
On which i was raised


I never wanted to kill
I am not naturally evil
Such things i do
Just to make myself
More attractive to you
Have i failed ?


Oh... 

Oh, the last of the famous
International playboys
The last of the famous

Off the rails i was and
Off the rails
I was happy to stay
Get out of my way
On the rack i was
Easy meat, and a reasonably good buy
A reasonably good buy

The piccadilly palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
"so bona to vada. oh you
Your lovely eek and
Your lovely riah"


We plied an ancient trade
Where we threw all life's
Instructions away
Exchanging lies and digs (my way)
Cause in a belted coat
Oh, i secretly knew
That i hadn't a clue


(no, no. no, no, no. you can't get there that way. follow me...)


The piccadilly palare
Was just silly slang
Between me and the boys in my gang
Exchanging palare
You wouldn't understand
Good sons like you
Never do.


So why do you smile
When you think about earl's court ?
But you cry when you think of all
The battles you've fought (and lost) ?
It may all end tomorrow
Or it could go on forever
In which case i'm doomed
It could go on forever
In which case i'm doomed


Bona drag ...

Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love
Poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :

"but jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
Pity, sympathy
And people discussing me"
A frame of useless limbs
What can make good
All the bad that's been done ?


And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(or anywhere?)


Oh, poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her


A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.
So sleep and dream of love
Because it's the closest
You will get to love
That november
Is a time
Which i must
Put out of my mind


Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself.