No, no, no, no, no
To really, really open her eyes
Because I'm hoping for an early death
Or lover that she never had
And I need to cling to something"
Could only be idiocy
It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
She'd sit and prophesies
What she said, "I smoke
And decided to bury me?
To pretend to be happy
Because I'm hoping for an early death
What she said was sad
And I need to cling to something"
What she said was not for the job
What she read, all heady books
God knows, I'm ready"
What she said, "I smoke
What she read, all heady books
But then, all the rejection she's had
It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead
To really, really open her eyes
She'd sit and prophesies
