Mobile (number of the Beast)

English boys with the grinning charm of Anthony Newley take you by a willing arm
There was a mobile in your room that flew like a seagull
It always seemed too young for you, but it was old
Now we're older to
Will someone write a threnody for my generation
Never quite sure what to do
If a sad trip to Zurich is your next destination
I won't hold your hand when you need me to

You know the rain keeps driving and I just keep driving to
The only time I ever think of you
Is late at night on empty roads in old cars without working radios (Radios)

When the strangers you rely on aren't the full Marlon Brando
Package the Tahitian sun
I'll tell you a little secret, tell you something that I know
It's easier than telling everyone

That I'm off of your phone into the book you keep for numbers
You don't want but think you'll need
Somewhere at the back between Shiva's fax and the mobile number of the beast
(Of the beast)

It's funny how he came to think of you as everything he had but couldn't keep
Leave supplication at the tone, this is the mobile number of the beast, of the beast
And I won't hold your hand when you ask me to
And I won't hold your hand when you need me to
And I won't hold your hand if you beg me to... beg me to