If you're wondering why
When all i wanted from life was to be famous
I have tried for so long, it's all gone wrong
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
I'll tell you why
But you wouldn't believe me
I've seen this happen in other people's
Lives
And now it's happening in mine
I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You kicked and cried like a bullied child
A grown man of twenty-five
He said he'd cure your ills
But he didn't and he never will
So, save your life
Because you've only got one
Bigmouth, bigmouth
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race
Take me out tonight
Oh take me anywhere, i don't care
I don't care, i don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because i haven't got one
No, i haven't got one
But take me to the haven of your bed
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am i
And there's no one but yourself to blame
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
Anything is hard to find
For heaven's sake
Anything is hard to find
When you will not open your eyes
When will you accept yourself?
When?
Girl afraid
Where do his intentions lay?
Bigmouth, bigmouth
Bigmouth strikes again
And i've got no right to take my place
With the human race
I know i need hardly say
How much i love your casual way
Oh, but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we're well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And "love" is just a miserable lie
Oh the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and then i lied just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won't see me anymore
Well, i'm still fond of you
Oh the alcoholic afternoons
When we sat in your room
They meant more to me than any
Than any living thing on earth
They had more worth
Than any living thing on earth
The dream is gone
But the baby is real
Oh you did a good thing
She could have been a poet
Or, she could have been a fool
Oh you did a bad thing
And i'm not happy
And i'm not sad
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although i ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like
The old days anymore
No it wasn't like those days
Am i still ill?
Am i still ill?
