01. Fluorescent Adolescent

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything’s in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary’s lacking in Tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?

Oh the boy’s a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
But as daft as they seem
As daft as they seemed
My love when you dream them up

Flicking through a little book of sex tips
Remember when the boys were all electric?
Now when she tells she’s gonna get it
I’m guessing that she’d rather just forget it
Clinging to not getting sentimental
Said she wasn’t going but she went still
Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle
Was it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil?

Oh the boy’s a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Weren’t as daft as they seem
Not as daft as they seem
My love when you dream them up

Oh, Flo, where did you go?
Where did you go?
Where did you go?

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
You’re not coming back again

Falling about
You took a left off Last Laugh Lane
You were just sounding it out
You’re not coming back again

You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
(Falling about)
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
(You took a left off Last Laugh Lane)
Everything’s in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
(You were just sounding it out)
That Bloody Mary’s lacking in Tabasco
Remember when you used to be a rascal?
(You’re not coming back again)

02. The Bakery

I wish you would have smiled in the bakery
Or sat on a tatty settee
At some mutual friend’s gathering

And the more you keep on looking
The more it’s hard to take
Love, we’re in stalemate

To never meet is surely where we’re bound
There’s one in every town
Just there to grind you down

I wish I would have seen you in the post office
Well, maybe I did and I missed it
Too busy with a mind on clever rhymes

Why not the rounder’s pitch or the canteen?
You’re slacking, love, where have you been?
Just had to go and wait until tonight

So give me the invite
Don’t worry, it’s alright

I wish I would have seen you down in the arcade
Sipping on a lemonade
In the paper cup and chewing on the straw

And I wish I’d seen you in the bakery
If I’d seen you in the bakery
You probably wouldn’t have seen me

03. Plastic Tramp

He looks as if he hasnt slept, his hair is purposely unkept
And then he knew his people wept, when you crafted your plan
The shadows underneath the eyes, and everywhere the bastard lies
My lack of Proof is your disguise, you won’t remember me.

There’s nothing really I can say, but sorry mate and walk away
I could be wrong unless you play your game
This world is full of most unkind
And horrible is redefined, I can’t imagine that you’d mind at all

You’re lying again, your conscience aint your friend
And the only thing your sorting out is your imagination

Lying again your conscience aint your friend
and the only thing your sorting out is your imagination

Is he really on the street, desperation or deceit?
And what he’s wearing on his feet won’t solve our mystery, and i am baffled by how you stand there
Soaking it in
And do you hide your identity where you hide your grin,
Better hide your grin

Shadows underneath the eyes, everywhere the bastard lies
My lack of Proof is your disguise, you won’t remember me

There’s nothing really I can say, but sorry mate and walk away
I could be wrong unless you play your game
This world is full of most unkind
And horrible is redefined
I can’t imagine that you’d mind at all

You’re lying again, your conscience is your friend
And the only thing your sorting out is your imagination

Lying again your conscience is your friend
And the only thing your sorting out is your imagination

04. Too Much To Ask

The smiles as she walked in the room have all turned into frowns
Am I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom
The tantrums and the tears play a very different tunes to what they did before
Their heads red raw
And the end doesn’t sound like the happiest around
When you sobbed before it felt much more like the product of the squabble
Now there’s reason for it to be something more
And there would be
Oh its uncertain weather, the curtain has shut for good
She said “see if it’s still raining but I’m not dressed for it, and if you loved me…”
And I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare
But still decided to stop her there

Would it be outrageous to say
We’re either shouting or we’re shagging locked in tempestuous phase
At least that’s how we felt yesterday
The eyes are getting heavier
And whether you’re sleep or awake, is a mistery
Would a kiss be too much to ask
When you fit me as sunday’s frozen pitch fits the thermos flask
It’s a pity
It just hit me we can’t go back
To the chest touching on the back