To be a man when the chips are down
Be a clown when you fight
Hiding your face in a bra** parade, masquerade through the night
Ah you're only half grown and you're sleeping
And neatly at four matador you're completely alone
Nothing is worth too much sacrifice
Life is nice, put me on
Read all the books up upon the shelf
Know myself, what a bore
Poets were made for the guillotine, Philistines know much more
Ah you can't work when you're bored in your room boy
And soon with his broom a four all your own
Everyone preaching about give and take
How I love and hate, shoot the dice
Beautiful people they make me sick
It's a trick, they're a drag
Raisins? They carry between the peak
Should you meet, raise the flag
Ah the paton a perfect
So if its you baby blue come play with me
Trouble with love you must give it all
Us the best of call it alone