It's so nasty out there it's perfectly horrid
People walk around with numbers on their forrid
All of the prophets are moving out of town
The lambs are being slaughtered
As the abattoire falls down
Well we'll have to spend tomorrow in Gomorrah
But baby Sodom tonight
Oh all the dirty bookshops are full of revelations
They're crucifying winos in the railway stations
Mouths full of dust they've got eyes full of mud
Deep down town they're turning whiskey into blood
A guy with holes in his hands, waving a Bible
Runs under our window naked screaming 'Libel!'
The whore on the corner has her red dress on
back from a weekend with her mother in Babylon
Well the breads turned to rock in the breadbin
It's getting dark awful early, shall I turn on the light?
Well we're gonna have to spend tomorrow in Gomorrah, begorrah
but baby Sodom Tonight
Ah weirdos and thickos & bigots & wackos
Smakk on cracks & Balkan tobaccos
Giving hand jobs in toilets & head on the stairs
wall to wall mattress and there arent any chairs
They haven't any Pepsi and I've lost my comb
This is a very naughty party and I think I'll go home
This is a very naughty party
and I wanna go home
The music is loud and dreadfully depressing
Young ladies in black are slowly undressing
Young boys mumble lines like "I've nothing to lose"
Sniff Ajax and sneeze and then puke on their shoes
I can't bear to see scenes of such degradation
So I turn my attention to the girl and alsation...
Children these days just don't understand
As I'm trapped by a girl who drums in a band
I merely asked quite politely for a small glass of water
She must have misheard if she were my daughter
What on earth is she doing. The excesses of Rome
Have nothing on this, Christ I'd better go home
How she can do that with only one hand
Is something I'll never ever ever understand
And what on earth is he doing why he could be my double
Oh dear it's a mirror, I'm in serious trouble
The floor is unspeakable, the ceiling is scummy
I can't take any more, beam me up mummy!!
Well, I'm in the bay city and I'm sitting pretty pretty
And you're pretty pretty and your sitting on me
And I'm pretty witty and your itty-bitty
And isn't it a pity the city can't see
The Sun goes down on Galway Bay
The daughter goes down on me
Her dad's not due till one or maybe two
And I'm as happy as I'll ever be
You're so cute in your birthday suit
And I'm so cool in mine
I could play all day with your exotic fruit
If you didn't have school at nine
I'm the kind of boy that fit's into your bed
You give me everything I ever wanted
Your the kind of girl that fits into my bed
I'll give you everything you ever wanted
And I'm as happy as I'll ever be.
All you ever wanted was to write a song as perfect as
"Take the skinheads bowling" but of course you never did
Ah you would have settled for a lifetime in that lover who swapped you for
another and much inferior kid
You lost most of your money and your tan and your muscles
On your last trip to Brussels with your Italian pet
And you didn't get laid and you didn't get paid
And you havn't even made a good song of it yet
All the words she worte to you were spelt wrong or were lies
And she bought black contact lenses when you said you liked her eyes
She waited for me once, beneath a dead tree
To tell me by moonlight, she'd never loved me
I was surprised, though I should have suspected as much
Since she'd stolen my wheelchair, and broken my crutch
And as she dumped my body, over the cliff
I said to myself, "I wonder if..."
I said to myself, as I began to descend
"I wonder if this could perhaps be the end"
I wondered aloud as I bounced off the boulders
"Has the burden of love been removed from my shoulders
I pondered aloud as I bled on the sand
"What she's trying to say here I dont understand"
I said to myself as my blood stained the sea
"Now what could it be that she's saying to me?"
The spirit is weak so she adds a little vodka
Goes to bed perchance to sleep
Count the men whove been there then she counts the cost
She murmurs "Everything I touch turns to me and says
'Can I stay'"
She says "I feel fine
The best things in life are mine"
She says "Gosh I'm wrecked"
She is perfectly correct
"And sometimes I feel so young
And sometimes I feel like this
But the best things in life are mine