People Without Pets - Live on Eastbourne Pier

Hi! - I'm a fool, a defector, I'm a sinking boat.
My eyes frighten children, stare madly from my hooded coat
Another day, a week, another year.
I can't control my ever growing fears
Can't keep in contact with the outside world.
It seems society would rather see our hero dead
I do not know the words He's a people without pets
That people feed each other With no need for silly vets
I'm frightened of the telephone Can't you see his mind is sick?
I tend to stutter He's a bloody lunatic

Circle, give me comfort from the vicious square.
Guide me, take me out into the open air
I cast aside responsibility.
So independent but I don't feel free
Human emotions don't apply to me.
Wish I could laugh some love or spit some hate with honesty
I cannot care about myself He's a people without pets
or any being With no need for silly vets
I need to learn the rudiments Can't you see his mind is sick?
of social living He's a bloody lunatic

So, I get up, and I go to the window,
and I catch sight of something soft and warm on the grass below.
Somebody comes to retrieve the cat and it strikes me that,
she's had a lifetime of practice with furballs...

I feel so happy now the answer's clear.
I've gone untouched by softness all these years
My fingers itching now we're on the street.
To touch the beards and hats and coats and cats of those I meet