Infamous Karaoke Star
I hear the nightlife waking
I see the sunshine failing
Tower block eyes blinking
With their insides choking
Buses try to get a glance
Into my chicken pen
But the night dogs are watching
Keeping an eye on them
Behind the row of ladies
With their no hope crazes
And their trendy phrases
And their plucked out personalities
There might be a light switch worth a flick
(Worth a flick)
And there's a need for attention
Worth showing the whole of the nation
When ten minutes on the big screen
Doesnt make you worth a damn thing
There's a vanity addiction to quit
Well the the walls are so thin
They let the outside in
I know what's going on out there
More than I do of what within
There's this moaning sound
That is residing in my ear
Cuz there's a prowler near
Don't let the prowler in
Mr Jack-in-the-Box
Peers out of his cell block
20 miles upon a conveyor belt
He wants to be the next office heart melt
I'm a little bunny
Headlights beaming right in front of me
Oh the road's a little too wide
Can I get to the other side?
Oh the walls are too thin
They let the outside in
I know what's going on out there
More than I do of what within
There's this moaning sound
That is residing in my ear
Cuz there's a prowler near
Who let the prowler in?
The eternal child
One more stick in your side
You look younger when you're drunk
It's going to be a white Christmas
When you're all coked coked coked coked up
Holding on to shadow
Of a distant cowboy
Hope the dreams of a lifetime
Don't just pass you by
Cuz there's a street near you
Where you can't find what you want
And you certainly can't find the answers
Or an inch of sympathy
Under the cravings of greed
In the bar with the infamous karaoke star
In that club where the music is spoonfed
In that house where you sit
Scratching your fat belly raw
Where the TV's been left on
So long your eyes are sore
Or you're boiling the kettle
Or you're baking a bun In the oven
Or you are breaking the foundations
On which your family is governed
Overloaded with items
That make your life easy living
I'm so glad I've got a car
I don't have to walk very far
Cuz there's a street near you
Where you can't find what you want
And you certainly can't find the answers
Or an inch of sympathy
Under the cravings of greed
Under the cravings if greed
I see the sunshine failing
Tower block eyes blinking
With their insides choking
Buses try to get a glance
Into my chicken pen
But the night dogs are watching
Keeping an eye on them
Behind the row of ladies
With their no hope crazes
And their trendy phrases
And their plucked out personalities
There might be a light switch worth a flick
(Worth a flick)
And there's a need for attention
Worth showing the whole of the nation
When ten minutes on the big screen
Doesnt make you worth a damn thing
There's a vanity addiction to quit
Well the the walls are so thin
They let the outside in
I know what's going on out there
More than I do of what within
There's this moaning sound
That is residing in my ear
Cuz there's a prowler near
Don't let the prowler in
Mr Jack-in-the-Box
Peers out of his cell block
20 miles upon a conveyor belt
He wants to be the next office heart melt
I'm a little bunny
Headlights beaming right in front of me
Oh the road's a little too wide
Can I get to the other side?
Oh the walls are too thin
They let the outside in
I know what's going on out there
More than I do of what within
There's this moaning sound
That is residing in my ear
Cuz there's a prowler near
Who let the prowler in?
The eternal child
One more stick in your side
You look younger when you're drunk
It's going to be a white Christmas
When you're all coked coked coked coked up
Holding on to shadow
Of a distant cowboy
Hope the dreams of a lifetime
Don't just pass you by
Cuz there's a street near you
Where you can't find what you want
And you certainly can't find the answers
Or an inch of sympathy
Under the cravings of greed
In the bar with the infamous karaoke star
In that club where the music is spoonfed
In that house where you sit
Scratching your fat belly raw
Where the TV's been left on
So long your eyes are sore
Or you're boiling the kettle
Or you're baking a bun In the oven
Or you are breaking the foundations
On which your family is governed
Overloaded with items
That make your life easy living
I'm so glad I've got a car
I don't have to walk very far
Cuz there's a street near you
Where you can't find what you want
And you certainly can't find the answers
Or an inch of sympathy
Under the cravings of greed
Under the cravings if greed
Credits
Writer(s): Moss Beynon Juckes
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