The sun struggles up another beautiful day And I felt glad in my own suspicious way Despite the contradiction and confusion Felt tragic without reason There's malice and there's magic in every season

CHORUS From the foaming breakers of the poisonous surf The other side of Summer To the burning forests in the hills of Astroturf The other side of Summer

The automatic gates close up between the shanties and the palace The blowtorch amusements, the voodoo chalice The pale pathetic promises that everybody swallows A teenage girl is crying 'cos she don't look like a million dollars So help her if you can 'Cos she don't seem to have the attention span

CHORUS

Was it a millionaire who said "imagine no possessions"? A poor little schoolboy who said "we don't need no lessons"? The rabid rebel dogs ransack the shampoo shop The pop princess is downtown shooting up And if that goddess if fit for burning The sun will struggle up the world will still keep turning

Madman standing by the side of the road saying "Look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes, look at my eyes" Now you can't afford to fake all the drugs your parents used to take Because of their mistakes you'd better be wide awake

CHORUS

The mightiest rose The absence of perfume The casual killers The military curfew The cardboard city An unwanted birthday The other side of summer

The dancing was desperate, the music was worse They bury your dreams and dig up the worthless Goodnight God bless And kiss "goodbye" to the earth The other side of summer

Hurry Down Doomsday (The Bugs Are Taking Over)

The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose In the teeming Temple of the Railroad Kings He's planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things

But I can't bring myself to look Wake up Zombie write yourself another book You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer Stretched out on her poor jealous husband's pillow In time you can turn these obsessions into careers While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding for their tears

But I can't bring myself to look Wake up Zombie Get yourself off the book You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

Forget about Beethoven, Rembrandt and rock and roll Forget about Mickey Mouse, Marlboro and Coca Cola Forget about Cadillac, Mercedes and Toyota Forget about Buddha, Allah, Jesus and Jehovah Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

Any day now a giant insect mutation Will swoop down and devour the white man's burden Starting out with all of the sensitive ones Better make like a fly if you don't want to die Look out there goes Gordon

But I can't bring myself to think Wake up Zombie Kick up a big stink You want to scream and shout my little Saxon lout Hurry down Doomsday the bugs are taking over

How to Be Dumb

I was hell-bent on destroying my powers of concentration While you were living like a saint And all the time the very one you trusted was washing off somebody else's paint

Now you've got yourself a brand new occupation Every fleeting thought is a pearl And beautiful people stampede to the doorway of the funniest fucker in the world

They're here to help you Satisfy your desire There's a bright future for all you professional liars

CHORUS Now you know how to be dumb Are you ready to take your place in the modern museum of mistakes? Don't you know how to be dumb? Like a building thrown up overnight in one of those reverse earthquakes

They emptied out all the asylums, they emptied out all the gaols The "New Bruise" was the name of a dance craze By "Jesus Cross and the Cruel Nails" Followed up by "Torturing Little Beaver" With their contraption of barbed wire Between the fear and the fever lies all the rejection they require They'll be howling by midnight, they'll be drooling by dawn Skulls shrunk down to the size of their brains Heads shaven and shorn

CHORUS

Trapped in the House of the Perpetual Sucker Where bitterness always ends so pitifully You always had to dress up your envy in some half-remembered philosophy

Now you're masquerading as pale powdered genius Whose ever bad intention has been purged You could've walked out any time you wanted but face it you didn't have the courage I guess that makes you a full time hypocrite or some kind of twisted dilettante Funny though people don't usually get so ugly 'til they think they know what they want Scratch your own head stupid Count up to three Roll over on your back Repeat after me

Don't you know how to be dumb? Are you ready to take your place in the modern museum of mistakes? Don't you know how to be dumb? Like a building thrown up overnight in one of those reverse earthquakes

All Grown Up

"I'm trouble" she said Spread out on the floor of her father's house Her promise was almost undone Under her tongue, dissolving her responsibilities To finally deny everyone with unflattering comparison

CHORUS All grown up And you don't care anymore And you hate all the people that you used to adore And you despise all the rumors and lies of the life you led before

Did I hear you right? You're feeling hounded and pushed around You want to just lay down and die If all of this life has been such a big disappointment to you Why don't you stop blaming some guy And go give the next one a try

CHORUS

But look at yourself You'll see you're still so young You haven't earned the weariness That sounds so jaded on your tongue

"I'm weak" she says And blesses herself and gets into bed Clutching the covers to her throat "So punish me now and let me go back to the sham of my life" "This night is the perfect antidote for all of the poison that you wrote"

CHORUS

Invasion Hit Parade

Now that you set everybody free What are you going to do about me? Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown I'd rather go back to the sweet underground Where I can tell by the colour of my skin And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the one Who always turns me in

A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night Picking up every lost object in sight Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails The black market eats up all your failures Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets No pool, no pets, no cigarettes Just non-stop Disco Tex and the Sex-o-lettes

CHORUS There's no name, no name for the place or pain we'll cause you again and again If you do not co-operate with the Invasion Hit Parade

The liberation forces make movies of their own Playing their Doors records and pretending to be stoned Drowning out a broadcast that wasn't authorised Incidentally the revolution will be televised With one head for business and another for good looks Until they started arriving with their rubber aprons and their butcher's hooks

CHORUS

They're hunting us down here with Liberty's light A handshaking double talking procession of the mighty Pursued by a T.V. crew and coming after them A limousine of singing stars and their brotherhood anthem The former dictator was impeccably behaved They're mopping up all the stubborn ones who just refuse to be saved

CHORUS

Harpies Bizarre

He selects the plainest face form a spiteful row of girls Elegant insulted women, a flaw of cultured pearls He drops a name or two, she fails to catch At last he's met his match Unspoiled and unaffected, he wants her so much

She puts up half-hearted resistance, like she was taught to do She's heard some of those small town playboys but this is something new His promise seems dangerous, she'd like to believe He says "You'd better leave" "You've only got yourself to blame, shame, or deceive"

The waiting lines are long They never get too far Everyone wearing that medal with pride Harpies Bizarre

I looked on but hesitated I failed to interrupt You're so hard to tell the truth to So easy to corrupt I'll memorize your face Your tragic smile The hurt look in your eyes As you betrayed yourself to the part of him that dies

The waiting lines are long They never get too far They're shining up their shoes to kick a falling star You think you should be somebody But you don't know who you are Everyone wearing that medal with pride Harpies Bizarre

After the Fall

In an anonymous rendezvous Where the forbidden lovers repair They're burning down another damn candle They're melting the tables and chairs

Beneath them applause from the balcony whenever they accomplished making love Other times they thought they heard laughter Coming from the balcony above

CHORUS She lies to his right and she carelessly recites All of her brand new appetites She seems brittle and small, it don't sound like her at all Since she came back to him after the fall

She said "You never visit the countryside" "So I've made you a country to order" She put up a little tent in the bedroom Crickets played on a tape-recorder The ceiling was festooned with phosphorous stars She noticed his skin turning cold Burning all his clothes on the bonfire "Relax" she whispered and tightened the blindfold

CHORUS

You've changed but not for the better babe I'd tell you why but what's the use 'Cos it's the same kind of pity A drunkard gives as his excuse You were sharp and ideal as a bobby pin Now your eyes are deserted and quiet We both look like those poor shattered mannequins Thrown through the window in the riot

She lies in his arms and without any qualms Revels in shallow delights She seems brittle and small, it don't sound like her at all Since she came back to him after the fall

Georgie and Her Rival

Georgie grew to hate her name It sounded like a tiny man And the one she had said "I can't see you, but I'll call you whenever I can" Sometimes the phone would ring, when she was half-asleep A voice would drag her down with its suggestions Though she often felt cheated, she never felt cheap

CHORUS Well heaven knows what fills the heart and makes you feel so alive It's impossible to tear apart Georgie and her rival

It was half-past February And he hadn't called since New Year's Day Maybe he'd found another woman to say those words no chapel girl should say Her mother would phone and always keep talking She'd try to be polite, making faces But somewhere in the back of her mind, her rival was stalking

CHORUS

Her rival would always wait 'til the eighth or ninth bell He'd be desperate anyway and drunk as well She always liked to hurt him to prove he was prepared To love her anyway that she wanted So she could tell which she preferred

He sat up with his address book trying to think what mood he's in His finger traced past Georgie's name to someone who needed less persuading He didn't hear through her disguise he didn't leave her in a rush Just like the promise that he left on her machine That almost made her blush The radio plays a lover's symphony "The number you have dialed has been re-directed" Now she puts him on the speaker-phone Whenever she has company

CHORUS

So Like Candy

Here lies the powder and perfume The pretty clothes are scattered 'round the room And it's so like Candy

Here lies the lipstick and the face The coloured tablets keep it all in place And it's so like Candy So like Candy

CHORUS What did I do to make her go Why must she be the one That I have to love So like Candy

Here lies a picture of a girl Her arms are tight around that lucky guy And it's so like Candy

And in her eyes a certain look I thought I'd seen the last of long ago And it's so like Candy So like Candy

CHORUS

I remember the day that picture was taken We were so happy then But that's so like Candy She seemed so sweet to me I was mistaken Oh no not that again But that's so like Candy She just can't face the day So she turns and melts away

Here lie the records that she scratched And on the sleeve I find a note attached And it's so like Candy "My Darling Dear it's such a waste" She couldn't say "goodbye", but "I admire your taste" And it's so like Candy So like Candy

Interlude: Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 2

(instrumental)

Playboy to a Man

You had your own way one too many times and now you're going to find out what it's like Just what it's like, now you're a mess You wanted something you could never possess

You went your own way one too many nights You treated her like some small oversight What in the world makes her think that she can Turn you from a playboy into a man

CHORUS She's going to make you suffer tonight To turn you from a playboy into a man And when you're worthy of her then she might Turn you from a playboy into a man

You thought you were the answer to her prayers the perfect gift that every girl prefers But that's the trouble 'cos every girl still thinks you're hers So there you are with your gold chains jangling Your lucky charms and jewelry dangling But when she saw you she turned and ran To turn you from a playboy into a man

CHORUS

You couldn't see that the juvenile things you do Would drag you down and now that the joke's on you You're pretty cold you end as you start When your facade isn't falling apart So now you're standing in your underwear Well now you know just how it feels for her You're halfway there you know that she can turn you from a playboy into a man

CHORUS

Sweet Pear

Sweet pear, sweet pear Those who say they love you would never dare I'll watch out for you I'll always be there In the hour of distress you need not fear

In all the world there's only one true love And finding it's hard enough I bless whatever's in the sky above For bringing you to me

But there's a void without your kiss I wake on the precipice above the abyss And though the touch of your lips these fears dismiss Make no mistake there is an ache I have to live with

Was my grip too lose, my grip too strong That made you want to run away And now you're back where I pretend you belong I wonder every night and day How long

I swear this is my prayer 'til we're burned and scattered in the atmosphere Or lost in the world across a crowded room I am your stupid lover, your wretched groom

Broken

If I am frightened then I can hide it If I am crying, I'll call it laughter If I am haunted, I'll call it my imaginary friend If I am bleeding, I'll call it my wine

But if you leave me then I am broken And if I'm broken then only death remains

If I am drifting, then I can fight it If I am sinking, no-one will know it If I am blinded I'll have my voices still to guide me If they yet fled away I'd bless the silence

But if you leave me then I am broken And if I'm broken then only death remains

Couldn't Call It Unexpected No. 4

I saw a girl who'd found her consolation She said "One day my Prince of Peace will come" Above her head a portrait of her father The wilted favour that he gave her still fastened to the frame "They've got his bones and everything he owns I've got his name"

Well you can laugh at this sentimental story But in time you'll have to make amends The sudden chill where lovers doubt their immortality As the clouds cover the sky the evening ends Describing a picture of eyes finally closing As you sometimes glimpse terrible faces in the fire We'll I'm the lucky goon Who composed this tune from birds arranged on the high wire

Who on earth is tapping at the window? Does that face still linger at the pane? I saw you shiver though the room was like a furnace A shadow of regret across a young mother's face So toll the bell or rock the cradle Please don't let me fear anything I cannot explain I can't believe, I'll never believe in anything again