Wax Doll

Son, there are mirrors here -- watch your performing little whales

Or snip your harness off and take another walk around the bay

The way the English say "We only mustn't grumble in the end"

A needle in your back, an arrow in your heart, you smile

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

It cramps your handwriting and dulls what little style you have

You cast your mind back to professionals like Alan Breeze

Who sees the windows freeze and hands around the keys

"Unlock yourself," he says, but no one ever does

Except for Jacob Lurch, and Mr. Moose and Dandy

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

Son, there are breakers here -- your living room it glides across the sea

Or high above the waves, the wrinkled little waves you cannot smooth

We travel everywhere, we're gonna take the suburbs to the stars

If I was man enough, I'd come on your stump

If I was man enough, I'd come on your stump

But don't you know, this is the Home Counties?

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

What you say, what you do

What you say, what you say, what you say

What you do, what you do, what you do