Television Personalities

Walkin' down the kings road, I see so many faces They walk around together And try and look trendy I think it's a shame That they all look the same (Chorus): la la la la la la la la la la la la The part time punks! la la la la la la la la la la la la

I'm a danger to myself And I won't deny it's true And in the stillness of the night I feel so troubled through and through And I know I have to change But it's easier said than done And after all nobody said that life had to be fun But if I close my

When I was a child the world was very very big and very strange Now nothing seems to have changed since I was a child Nervous, shy and insecure I stumbled into adulthood and it hurt It hurt so very much, more than I could feel But mother didn't want

Little Woody Allen sits alone in a playground, but he doesn't mind The other children play their childish games He's in his own world, but he's doing fine All the silly boys are playing with their toys But Woody's got a typewriter and it’s his prid

In the past I always tried I never got amongst the glittering prizes I put it down to confidence Or something trendy Thinking to myself that I've got something to prove Waiting for the chance to accept my point of view Pretty soon you will recognize

So frightened, so worried So cold and it's raining My naive illusions Distraught by confusion You're laughing, I'm crying Outside it's still raining Graveyard of soldiers No flowers on their graves So helpless and lonely Outside it's still raining To

I hear my father shouting at my mother In the room next door He's always threatening to pack his bags 'Cause he can't take it anymore And my brother's anorexic But no one seems to care about the state he's in And my sister's in a club, she's a barmai

There's a little man in a little house With a little pet dog and a little pet mouse I know where he lives and I visit him We have sunday tea, sausages and beans I know where he lives Cause I know where Syd Barrett lives He was very famous once upon a

Every afternoon in the staff canteen Just another teenage girl with teenage girl dreams In the world of Pauline Lewis Everything is fantasy It's easy to see Spends the night alone in her cold bedroom Seven nights a week, seven nights of gloom In the

I know a girl who＇s very sad, she lives on her own Looking from an open window, looking up to the sky The girl＇s got tears in her eyes, she＇s looking very sad When that girl looks sad I feel also bad I just don＇t know what to do The girl＇s got tears