He had a stroke at the age of 24

It could have been a brilliant career

Painting lines in a school that was too well known

Painting lines with a friend that had gone before

She challenged everyone to a fight

But the prefects all backed down

And they ran her out of town

Cause she drank and swore and spoke

Out of turn, she was the village joke



She had a stroke at the age of 24

It could have been a brilliant career

Getting clients to finance her strategies

Filling time in on safeways on saturday

She wears the clothes of an emperor

But her paintings are a sham

And they're going for a grand

When the dealers come to view

Do they ever see the real you?



He had a stroke at the age of 24

It could have been a brilliant career

Selling lies to the boys with the old dansettes

Pulling the wool, playing the fool, it's no wonder that

He is dribbling spit tonight

And the one he sent away

Was the only one who stayed

With a spoon and a decent book

And you can tell by the way she looks he is sorry and resigned

As he wets himself for the final time