No Can Do

Driving with my little bike I see the neighbour's tiny wife
You are there waving at me
Writing your own history
Balloons are blown
Balloons are burst
Why do I always think of the worst
There is no-one I could stand except the boy that plays in a band
Postman Pete and milkman Moe
Prostitute is taking a blow
Preachers wife is not aware her man is having an affair
What a lovely weather it is
It'll rain
I wish
Children playing on the grass
We can see their bare ass

Good
Can do you no good
No good
Good
I can do you no good

People are just what they seem
My home town is not a dream
Take my word I'm still alive
Worst than this is hard to find
As the sun slowly goes down
On my face you'll see a frown
I'm happy when I get some sleep
Cuz in my dreams I'm not a freak