Personality

I want to marry a personality

Someone who looks just like Koo Stark

And people grow old, they get bored

They forget to take a risk

Sunken dreams for Mr Field

Sold out to the Longman Oz

Solid days and liquid nights

Red boy loved our pavement fights

Now in the dark they'll be left waiting

Waiting to be told

And in the dark they'll be left waiting

With nothing left to hold

I wish I were in a bright green field

Staring at the bright blue sky

Like genius revealed, I am ignorant of what she feels

Red guitars and broken hearts

Scarecrow bleeds what no-one needs

Ticket man must play the clown

All our lives spent Underground

'Cause in the dark they'll be left waiting

Waiting to be told

And in the dark we'll all be waiting

With nothing left to hold

The fantastic thing about the female is that she was

Put on this earth to be admired and adorned not

Abused, or so the Senator said, one night in

J.J. Smyths where all the punks had played and the

Jazz men have their day. While the cat was sitting

In the corner, sniffing out his 20%

A sniffing and a licking

A drinking and a thinking

About how his life was spent

And then he'd fly, fly into a rage

Because his mind became delayed

And he'd start accusing every one of us

That he'd been betrayed

'Cause in the dark he's been left waiting

Waiting to be told

In the dark he's been left waiting

With nothing left to hold

And in the dark we'll all be waiting

Never to be told