our hero's fallen down again

it's not a big surprise

two weeks wages on a suit

a crappy pair of shoes

he's only handsome

in the right light

now what are we going to do

you never really knew and



no-one knows where connie goes

she's wearing shiny clothes

paper wraps and skinny guys

and all her neighbours

eyes say running riot

our hero knows the

papers just need their news

they never really knew

but they decided where you're going to

we're ready for you



don't write

don't call me

unless you're lying in a

traffic accident



don't write

don't call me

unless you're dying in a

traffic accident

traffic accident

traffic accident



and somewhere in a whitehall room

who's popping prostitutes

full of scotch and falling off

and that persistant cough

a cosy number and all those goons

they're only afraid of truth

they never really knew

that in the end it would desert them too

we're ready for you



don't write

don't call me

unless you're dying in a

traffic accident



don't write

don't call me

unless you're lying in a

traffic accident

traffic accident

traffic accident



are we violent

are we stupid

are we vacant

are we useless

hello work life

farewell park life

have you come for me



don't write

don't call me

or are we giving

ourselves away



woke up

this morning

and am i giving

myself away



they owe

you something

unless they're lying in a

traffic accident

traffic accident

traffic accident