The State I Am In 
 
I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, stayed with me all day in 1995 
My brother had confessed that he was gay, it took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend, made it known upon my
sisters wedding day

I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported, now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches from my crippled friend  She was not impressed because I cured her on the Sabbath,  so I went to confess
When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride  to whisky and gin
The priest in the booth had a photographic memory for all he had heard
 He took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called "The State I Am In"
 So I gave myself to God, there was a pregnant pause before  he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks &Spencer's, they don't seem to mind

I gave myself to sin
And I've been there and back again
I gave myself to providence
The State That I Am In

Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me because  I'm stupid and blind?
Desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boys empty  mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Lead me to a living end, I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
  
Expectations 
 
 Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to  school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the  blue
Do you went to work in Debenham's, because that's what  they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you want to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
 Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up  your skirt

                              You've been used, you're confused
                               Write a song, I'll sing along
                               Are you calm? Settle down
                               Soon you will know that you are sane
                               You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to Ladieswear and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed 
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer and you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room 
Head of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you  think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right

She's Losing It 
 
                               Lisa knows a girl who's been abused
                               It changed her philosophy in '82
                               She's always looking for a fight
                               She keeps the neighbours up all night

                               I go to her when I'm feeling slack
                               The girl's using me as a punching bag
                               I think that I could help her out
                               But the girl's got a lot to be mad about

                               And in the first moment of her waking up
                               She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
                               When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
                               She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing
                               Yeah she's losing it

                               Lisa met Chelsea at the knocking school
                               Chelsea didn't feel like following the rules
                               So they left the place for another school
                               Where the boys go with boys and the girls with girls

                               Chelsea was the girl who's been abused
                               It changed her philosophy in '82
                               She says, "Inch for inch and pound for pound"
                               Who needs boys when there's Lisa round?">

                               And in the first moment of her waking up
                               She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
                               When the first cup of coffee tastes like washing up
                               She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
                               She goes to the mirror to put on her stuff
                               She knows she's losing it, oh yeah she's losing it
                               When she doesn't speak to anyone till four 0' clock
                               She knows she's losing it, yeah she's losing it
                               Oh yeah she's losing it


                              You're Just A Baby 
 
                               You're just a baby, baby girl
                               So kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleep
                               You're just a baby, baby girl
                               So kiss me on the cheek before you know what's sweet
                               You will be working in the morning
                               And I won't be there to see you go off you're head
                               You will be working in the morning
                               And I won't be there to see you go off you're head

                               There must be a reason for all the looks we gave
                               And all the things we never said before
                               So what's the score?
                               Cause there must be a reason for all the looks we gave
                               And all the things we never said before

                               You're just a baby, baby girl
                               So kiss me on the cheek before you go to school
                               You're just a baby, baby girl
                               So kiss me on the cheek before you know what's cool
                               You will be crying in the morning
                               And I won't be there to see you go off you're head
                               Yeah, you will be crying in the morning
                               And I won't be there to see you go off you're head

                               Refrain

                               You're just a baby, baby girl
                               So kiss me on the cheek and then go off to sleep
                               You're just a baby, baby girl
                               So let go of my hand so we can get some sleep
                               I will be leaving in the morning
                               And I won't be there to see you go off you're head
                               Yeah I will be leaving in the morning
                               And I won't be there to see you go off you're head

   
                               Electronic Renaissance 
 
                               Play a game with your electronics
                               Take a step to the discotheque, and people
                               Go outside where there's someone watching cars go by
                               And the city tall with steeples

                               Hand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance Is the way to go
                               Hand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance is the way to go,       
                                boy
                               Hand in hand with the Electronic Renaissance is the way to go
                               You're learning, soon you will do the things you wanted 
                               Since you were wearing glitter badges

                               If you work for much very longer
                               You'll be known as the boy who's always working
                               If you dance for much very longer
                               You'll be known as the boy who's always dancing

                               Monochrome in the 1990's
                               You go disco and I'll go my way
                               Monochrome in the 1990's
                               You go disco and I'll go my way
                               Monochrome in the 1990's
                               You go disco and I'll go Funkadelic, man
                               Is the way to go
                               So drop a pill and then say hello

                          
                               I Could Be Dreaming 
 

                               I could be dreaming
                               I could have ordinary people chasing me from town to town
                               Mission Impossible
                               They've got a spy for every blink of your eye 

                               I'm feeling hunted
                               I'm feeling haunted
                               They've got a knife for every time you take the same train        
                                into work
                               A family's like a loaded gun
                               You point it in the wrong direction someone's going to get          
                                killed

                               If you had such a dream
                               Would you get up and do the things you've been dreaming

                               Is he your husband?
                               Or just your boyfriend?
                               Is he the moron who's been beating you and keeping you        
                               inside?
                               I've never done this kind of thing
                               But if I kill him now, who's going to miss him?

                               I went up to the school
                               I went up Castlehill
                               For every step there is a local boy who wants to be a hero
                               Do you want to do it now?
                               Outside the butchers with a knife and a bike chain

   
                              We Rule The School 
 
                               On a beech tree rudely carved
                               NC was here
                               Why did she do it?
                               Was she scared or sad?

                               On a beech tree rudely carved
                               NC loved me
                               Why did she do it?
                               Was she bored, or pushed

                               Do something pretty while you can
                               Don't be a fool
                               Reading the Gospel to yourself is fine

                               Do something pretty while you can
                               Don't be afraid
                               Skating a pirouette on ice is cool

                               On a bus stop in the town
                               "We Rule The School"
                               Written for everyone to see and read

                               On a bus stop in the town
                               "We Rule The School"
                               Written for everyone with eyes in their head

                               Do something pretty while you can
                               Don't fall asleep
                               Driving from California to New York

                               Call me a prophet if you like
                               It's no secret
                               You know the world is made for men
                               You know the world is made for men
                               You know the world is made for men
                               Not us

 
                               My Wandering Days Are Over 

                               You know my wandering days are over
                               Does that mean that I'm getting boring?
                               You tell me
                               I'm tired of listening to myself now
                               I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them

                               You know my bip-bopping days are over
                               I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
                               Now the centre of my so called being is
                               The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre     
                               doors

                               I said "My celibate days are over"
                               You put me straight on the finer points of my speech 
                                rehearsed
                               In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
                               Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue

                               Six months on, the winter's gone
                               The disenchanted pony 
                               Left the town with the circus boy
                               The circus boy got lonely 
                               It's summer, and it's sister song's 
                               Been written for the lonely 
                               The circus boy is feeling melancholy

                               It's got to be fate that's doing it
                               A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me
                               With the story of the way it should be
                               With the story of Sebastian and Belle the singer

                               I said "My one man band is over"
                               I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away
                               I sew you in Japanese restaurant
                               You were doing it for business men on the piano, Belle
                               You said it was a living Hell
                               You said that it was Hell

                          
                                I Don't Love Anyone 
 
                               I don't love anyone
                               You're not listening
                               You're playing with something
                               You're playing with yourself

                               I don't love anyone
                               You're not listening even now
                               You're playing with someone
                               You're playing with someone else

                               And if there's one thing that I learned when I was a child
                               It's to take a hiding

                               I don't love anything
                               Not even Christmas
                               Especially not that
                               I don't love anything

                               No, I don't love anyone
                               Maybe my sister
                               Maybe my baby brother too, yeah
                               I don't love anyone

                               But if there's one thing that I learned when I was still a child
                               It's to take a hiding
                               Yeah if there's one thing that I learned when I was still at
                               school
                               It's to be alone

                               Out in the street today
                               The kids are playing, having fun
                               I pass them by I'm not a kid, no
                               I don't love anyone

                               I met a man today
                               He told me something pretty strange
                               There's always somebody saying something
                               He said, "The world is as soft as lace."

                               But I don't love anyone

                         
                               Mary Jo 
 
                               Mary Jo, sitting alone
                               Drinking tea, she just got home
                               She wants, I don't know what you want

                               Mary Jo, living alone
                               Drinking gin with the telly on
                               She wants

                               The night to follow day and back again
                               She doesn't want to sleep
                               Well who could blame her if she wants?
                               The night to follow day and back again
                               She doesn't want to sleep
                               Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
                               Well who could blame her, if she sleeps?
                               Well who could blame her, if she's sleeping?

                               Mary Jo, back with yourself
                               For company, keep telling yourself you're young
                               It'll happen soon

                               Mary Jo, no one can see
                               What you've been through
                               Now you've got love to burn

                               It's someone else's turn to go through Hell
                               Now you can see them come from twenty yards
                               Yeah you can tell
                               It's someone else's turn to take a fall
                               And now you are the one who's strong enough to help them
                               The one who's strong enough to help them
                               The one who's strong enough to help them all

                               Mary Jo, you're looking thin
                               You're reading a book, "The State I Am In"
                               But oh, it doesn't help at all
                               What you want is a cigarette
                               And a thespian with a caravanette in Hull

                               Because life is never dull in your dreams
                               A pity that it never seems to work the way you see it
                               Life is never dull in your dreams
                               A sorry tale of action and the men you left for
                               Women, and the men you left for
                               Intrigue, and the men you left for dead

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