I could hang about and burn my fingers
Ive been hanging out here waiting for something to start
You think Im faultless to a t
My manner set impeccably
But underneath I am the same as you
I could dance all night like Im a soul boy
But I know Id rather drag myself across the dance floor
I feel like dancing on my own
Where no one knows me, and where i
Can cause offence just by the way I look
And when I come to blows
When I am numbering my foes
Just hope that you are on my side my dear
But its best to finish as it started
With my face head down just staring at the brown formica
Its safer not to look around
I cant hide my feelings from you now
Theres too much love to go around these days
You say Ive got another face
Thats not a fault of mine these days
Im honest, brutal and afraid of you