| Well the wall’s to wet to sit on | 
| And there’s a curtain right over my head | 
| Stamp my feet waiting for a bus | 
| But decide to walk instead | 
| And the american saxophoner follows me | 
| All the way from the tele to the public house | 
| My fingers are always in my ears | 
| But the reeds always in their mouth | 
| And if you’ve ever crossed your heart and hoped to die | 
| The voices in your head saying you must cry | 
| Then there’s more to you than meets the eye | 
| But if you go about your business with capital b | 
| They’re sure to cut you up with a capital c | 
| And then you will be dead with a capital d | 
| Just step outside | 
| Well we could stop for a conversasion | 
| If we could think of anything to say | 
| But you know you’ve got nothing to talk about | 
| When nothing happened yesterday | 
| And if I ever commited a murder | 
| I think I’d go about it this way | 
| Never mine a rope or a dagger and a cloak | 
| I could spend a week on this estate | 
| And if you’ve ever crossed your heart and hoped to die | 
| The voices in your head saying you must cry | 
| Then there’s more to you than meets the eye | 
| But if you go about your business with capital b | 
| They’re sure to cut you up with a capital c | 
| And then you will be dead with a capital a | 
| Just step outside | 
| What are you doing tomorrow | 
| And the day after and the day after that | 
| Got some money I can borrow? | 
| I’ve become the person I’ve admired | 
| And if you’ve ever crossed your heart and hoped to die | 
| The voices in your head saying you must cry | 
| Then there’s more to you than meets the eye | 
| But if you go about your business with capital b | 
| They’re sure to cut you up with a capital c | 
| And then you will be dead with a capital b |