Leaving It Up to You

Looking for a friend, looking everywhere
Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends
All those mild mannered friends I've got
They're careless and they fall down
All over the place, all over town
I don't want them talking to me

'Cause I'm leaving it, leaving it
Leaving it up to you
Have to leave it, leave it
Leave it up to you, oh

All the buildings are breaking down
Like the whispering in your heart
And it's sordid how life goes on
When I could take you apart

And if you give me half a chance
I'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascist
I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate
We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up

And the newspapers, oh, the newspapers
They'd be listening, listening to me giving it to you
And the radio, what about the radio?
Oh, they'd be listening to me giving it to you
Right mama, damn right mama

I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance
I hear the tanks crawling
They're crawling over the hill, they're crawling over the hill
Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun

Ah, they're blistering up my spell, they're blistering it up
They're breaking it up, they're breaking up my spell
And what else is there, what else have I got?
What else have I got but that spell?

Ah, leaving it, leaving it
I'm leaving it up to you
Leaving it, leaving it
Leaving it up to you
Oh, leaving it, leaving it
Leaving it in the cloakroom for you

I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up
Give it up, up, up up
Up, up, up, give it up, up
I can't take it
I've got to give it up, I can't take it