Broken bottles, and a broken nose No reason not to lounge in a pose I could stand in shade light and laugh at you You were wrong - it's happened to you too
This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain "Shove you around?", now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face "Who are you?"
Hat-stand man-man in a fancy suit He's a laugh, it's him and Jim and his prostitute Gold teeth spat out onto the concrete street Get into the car with its vinyl seats
This is the new circuit Tell me of your pain "Shove you around?", now close the door This is not love This is my sort of softly touching you A Brownian motion of whacks on your face "Who are you?" This is not the new man "Who are you?" This is not the new man This is not love
