I am the one, the one, the one
I am the man with the gun
Stare at your shopping watch
While you're walking to God's
And I'm at your door
Turn around, two eyes, back and down
Look at the sky, thank you, stand up
Start with the touch of a finger
As that charm of a ghost goes
I don't, I don't
Have the power to kill you
Say you're, say you're
The pretty self-conscious too
You're the judge of the world
You're the man with the gun
I should follow you too
But this is practical
And you are the one
The one with the attack
And the sun, the sun is free
It's a private dream
To walk in the air
Your heart's full of the same
It's true, it's you
The relevant thing to do
Hey!
Say you're, you're
The pretty self-conscious too
And I, I don't care who I am
Yeah, and I'm gonna laugh
Open wide
Yeah, oh my, yeah
Don't you reckon I'll see you tomorrow
Stare at the light of the dawn
Turn around, two eyes, back and down
And you won't forget me
Not single, but in all things
If you ask your friends
Oh, I know him
He's never, never hurt by your lie
He's worth a thousand bucks
As a serious, stupid, you are
Yeah, you, yeah, you
He wears a smile as a tattoo
He's in you, for you
The pretty self-conscious too
But I don't, I don't think I'll miss
Yeah, I'm gonna laugh
I'm gonna sigh, I'm gonna cry
Hey, hey.
There's a time when I bear
But you just don't care
See, go to work, then you pay the rent
No, not that you could watch me snort babe
You know why I do the things I do
Totally over your head since I think
You say it's weird
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
We're calling you for the meantime
Everyone around you
Who boasts they're worn on weekends
Solely disinhibits their
Ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes
We all fall down
Yippee-yay-rah
We have to stay in tune for the tape
This is our big chance with Robert Stigwood
Don't let us down
We want to see some biceps, Biafra
Gaslight
Gaslight