Easy living, easy hold,
Easy teething, easy fold,
Easy listening, easy love,
Easy answers, to easy questions,
Easy tumble, easy doll,
Easy rumble, easy fall,
I get up on easy love,
I get up on easy questions.
I've had these jeans since i was born
And now they're ripped
And now they're torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mum and dad will not give in
And I can't put the needle in
And now i know just what it is
It's called disease and it's got my head
It always runs where i hide
Too scared to talk too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye...
What do you want from me now you got me
Now my fingers bleed now they're staring at me
I'm a coward now, I hold my peace
Now you tie me up to your feather bed
And I twist and turn in a chinese burn
You wont let go, you wont let go
You're inside my head
What do you want from me now you got me
Now my energy you suck from me
And I'm holding on for dear life
Quit smothering me, quit laughing at me
I've got a disease, an English disease
It wont let go, it wont let go
You're inside my head
What did you put in that syringe?
What have you really fed to him?
He's sitting there inside of me.
And you bother me, you possess me
You're there again, ahead of me
And I wont let go, I wont let go
You're inside my head
Was always waiting for the crush
The car to drive right through the shops
To call in sick and late at work
And take a holiday.
Was always tangled up in knots
To keep myself from speaking up
But no one's listening anyway
Just trying to bribe me.
And if it's alright, then what are we doing here?
And if it's alright, this place is gassed by fear.
And if it's alright, I'll tell you cos you'll never understand.
And if it's alright, I'll beg you, because I'm a begging kind of man.
Today I wrote a bad cheque
Packed a bag and took a jet
But no-one's looking anyway
I hope they miss me.
(Sometimes I think maybe I'm making a big mistake.)
Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop
It died an ugly death by back-catalogue
And now you know it gets you nowhere
And now you know you realise.
Oh no, pop is dead, it just gave up
We raise the dead but they won't stand up
And radio has salmonella
And now you now you're gonna die
He left this message for us.
So what pop is dead, it's no great loss
So many facelifts, his face flew off
The emperor really has no clothes on
And his skin is peeling off.
Oh no, pop is dead, long live pop
One final line of coke to jerk him off.
I find it hard to drive your stupid car
I find it hard, cos I never get that far
And you put my brain in overload
and i can't change gears
I cannot see the road
you got concrete eyes
and i cannot see your face
and i failed in life
cause you crushed me with your hands
and you put my brain in overload
i can't change gears
i cannot see the road
I resent you calling
I resent your voice
I resent that I
Don't have a choice
Anywhere I go
You are always there
Outside the car
Or in my hair
I think I've been here before
Yes I've been here before
The last time you locked
All the doors
And I resent you calling
I resent your voice
I resent that I
Don't have a choice
And yes I am
Yes I am
I think I've told you once
I think I needed advice
You were such a help
That's very nice
I think I've been here before
Yes I've been here before
But this time I kick
Down your door
Yes I am
Yes I am