Birthday Boy

They packed him up and they put him in a suitcase
He's ended up in the middle of the ratrace
One more day, waiting for the money to come
And they sold his toys - they dropped him in the ocean
The birthday boy, playing with a shotgun
One more day, waiting for the money to come

And they clap their hands and they jump for joy
And gather round the birthday boy
Screaming and singing - I can still hear them shout
Saying: "You'll never get out"

Lock your doors - pretend you've got a secret
That friend of yours looks just like a policeman
One more day, waiting for the money to come
Write your lines, but they still tell your mother
I think my wife is sleeping with my brother
One more day, waiting for the money to come

And they clap their hands and they jump for joy
And gather round the birthday boy
Screaming and singing - I can still hear them shout
Saying: "You'll never get out"

Burning clothes on a fire in the backyard
His father's ghost hanging from a lanyard
One more day, waiting for the money to come
And there he goes, running in the ratrace
Nine years old with a tie and a briefcase
One more day, waiting for the money to come

And they clap their hands and they jump for joy
And gather round the birthday boy
Screaming and singing - I can still hear them shout
Saying: "You'll never get out"