At the record company meeting

On their hands - a dead star

and ooh, the plans that they weave

and ooh, the sikening greed

At the record company meeting

on their hands - a dead star

the sycophantic slags all say:

"I knew him first, and I knew him well"

Re-issue! Re-package! Re-package!

Re-evaluate the songs

double-pack with a photograph

Extra Track (and a tacky badge)

A-list, playlist

"Please them, please them!"

"Please them! Please them!"

(sadly, THIS was your life)

but you could have said no

if you'd wanted to

you could have said no

if you'd wanted to

BPI, MTV, BBC



"Please them! Please them!"

(sadly this was your life)

but you could have said no

if you'd wanted to

you could have walked away

...couldn't you?

I touched you at the soundcheck

you had no real way of knowing

in my heart I bgged "please, take

me with you...

I don't care where you're going"

But to you I was faceless

I was fawning, I was boring

just a child from those ugly new houses

who could never begin to know

who could never really know

Best of? Most of?

Satiate the need

slip them into different sleeves!

Buy both, and be decieved

climber - new entry, re-entry

World tour! ("media whore")

"Please the Press in Belgium!"

(THIS was your life...)

and when it fails to recoup?

Well, maybe:

You just haven't earned it yet, baby

I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck

you're just the same as I am

what makes most people feel happy

leads us headlong into harm

so, in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses'

I dance my legs down to the knees

but me and my 'true love'

we will never meet again...

At the record company meeting

on their hands - at last! - a dead star!

but they cannot taint you in my eyes

no, they cannout touch you now

No, they cannot hurt you my darling

they cannot touch you now

but me and my 'true love'

will never meet again