The Boy With the Arab Strap

Than posh isolation I missed the bus you were laid on your back
What did you learn from your time in the solitary
Squalor and smoke’s not your style I don't like this place we better go
With the boy from the Arab strap, with the boy from the Arab strap
From anything good and the old prison food
Strapped to the table with suits from the shelter shop comic celebrity
With his love hate affair with his racist clientele
Everyone suffers in silence a burden the man who drives minicab's
Until noon again, you're the boy with the filthy laugh
Cell of your mind there was noises distractions
You're constantly updating your hit parade of your ten biggest wanks

Hovering silence from you is a giveaway
To crowds there assembled, do you ever feel you have gone too far?
Then I compare notes with your older sister I am a lazy gett
Color my life with the chaos of trouble 'cause anythings better
We all know you are hard 'cause we all saw you drinking from noon
Down in old Compton the Asian man
With your lewd and lascivious boasts
It's something to speak of the way you are feeling
What do you make of the cool set in London?
We all know you are soft 'cause we've all seen you dancing

Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town
She is as pure as the cold driven snow
Takes a back seat as the cigarette catches and sets off the smoke alarm

You're the boy with the Arab strap
A central location for you is a must as you stagger about making free
Day upon day of this wandering gets you down