Why should I care, why should I care?







Girls of fifteen



Sexually knowing



The ushers are sniffing



Eau-de-cologning



The seats are seductive



Celibate sitting



Pretty girls digging



Prettier women.







Magically bored



On a quiet street corner



Free frustration



In our minds and our toes



Quiet stormwater



M-m-my generation







Uppers and downers



Either way blood flows.







Inside outside. Leave me alone.



Inside outside. Nowhere is home.



Inside outside, Where have I been?



Out of my brain on the five fifteen.







On a raft in the quarry



Slowly sinking.



On the back of a lorry



Holy hitching.



Dreadfully sorry



Apple scrumping.



Born in the war



Birthday punching.







He man drag



In the glittering ballroom



Gravely outrageous



In my high heel shoes



Tightly undone



They know what they're showing



Sadly ecstatic



That their heroes are news.







Why should I care?