(A Dancing Master Such as) Mr. Confess
There’s a tension when we’re walking
There’s a tension when we’re talking
And I’m waiting, and I’ve done nothing at all
But what for, I’m feeling ?
I can drink something, I can eat something
I can get up in the morning
There’s a tension when we’re walking
There’s a tension when we’re talking
And I don’t say much, not much
Oh I haven’t done very much
Oh the streets they never change
And these days may never break
Oh there's nothing much to do
And so what do you do?
I've got me pride
There’s a tension when we’re walking
There’s a tension when we’re talking
I hope it's me
I'm so magnificent
I don't need no equipment
I'm the one that you want
I'm homeless
Give me all your money
Give me all your love
I won't leave you lonely but you can't resist me
There's just no contest
Jolly boating weather
And hay harvest breeze
Blade on the feather
Shade off the trees
Swing, swing together
With your bodies between your knees
Swing, swing together
With your bodies between your knees
Jolly boating weather
And hay harvest breeze
Blade on the feather
Shade off the trees
Swing, swing together
With your bodies between your knees
Swing, swing together
With your bodies between your knees
Jolly boating weather
So you thought I was drunk
You thought it was just a stupid joke
But in fact this is very serious
I've nothing to regret
The primrose curtains began to hurt my eyes
The double glazing and central heating just started me sneezing
The leafy avenue, Volvo parked outside
The sound of crunching grave, it all made me very tired
I burnt the toast this morning
My daughter was a punk... she didn't seem to mind
I was sick of songs about travel
And making love in the sand
Slavery, imperialism, capitalism, unemployment
Oh how ugly I am, but virtuous
My surgeon's knife is slipping
I'd rather be in die ocean, floating like a log
My heart is cold
I feel so ashamed when people ask me what I do
Lt's humiliating
I'm alright
I appropriate infinitely but I am without investment
An unrealisable, inessential asset
Under the throne I am the victim of thy might
I am gone with the wind
Pity the madmen of poor humankind
Without knowledge, raving of glory
Like me, the garlands I bind
Are but gathered and strewn in the wind