The whispering may hurt you but the printed word might kill you
The whispering may hurt you but the printed word might kill you
So don't let the blue, the blue eyes fool you

They're just gelignite loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos, God knows, oh, you know I couldn't last
Someone please take me home

The teenagers who love you, they will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers who love you, they will wake up, yawn and kill you
So don't let the blue, blue eyes fool you

They're just gelignite loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos, God knows, oh, you know I couldn't last
Someone please take me home

There's a cash register ringing and it weighs so heavy on my back
Someone please take me home

The critics who cannot break you, they somehow help to make you
The critics who cannot break you, unwittingly they make you
So don't let the good days of the old discs creep up and mug you
Oh, oh oh, no no

With evil legal eagles, oh, you know I couldn't last
Accountants rampant, oh, you know I couldn't last
Every 'ist' and every 'ism', thrown my way to stay
And the northern leeches go on removing, removing, removing

Then in the end, your royalties bring you luxuries, maybe
Your royalties bring you luxuries, oh
Oh, but the squalor of the mind, the squalor of the mind
The squalor of the mind, the squalor of the mind

Oh, the squalor of the mind, oh, the squalor of the mind
The squalor of the mind, oh, the squalor of the
The squalor of the, the squalor of the
The squalor of the mind