Are you feeling up there's a smiler in the news
A quirky little throwback with her lover's name tattooed
She can nod, bow, kowtow, wow! If she works real hard she can be a star right now
There are stars on every street, in every pokey household in the workplace
In your wildest dreams
You can eat bread, watch games, die
When you try to break the programme watch your life become a light
Your whole life, makes no sense
Everything you do and did caused no offense
Because your whole life is on the fence
And everything you do and did caused no offence now
Poor girl the crooning fool – her secret's in a paper
Selling romps and drunken capers
Watch the world stop, catch your breath, stretch your legs
Try and delegate your regrets
‘Cos your led and fed and lost and crossed
The hostages surround you first they gagged and then they banned you
Now your tongue-tied, your time's gone by
The God of Silent things says the final bell must ring
