Confessions of a Pop Group lyrics

Cheap and tacky bullshit land

told when to sit don't know where you stand

too busy recreating the past

to live in the future.

Poor relations to Uncle Sam - bears no relation to the country man

too busy being someone else to be who you really are.

Shitty plastic prefab town

mind where you walk when the sun goes down

too busy hating others to even love your own.

Confessions 1, 2 & 3 - Count me off

but don't count me down,

Down to what you wanted of me

Now I know - I could not be,
Confessions of the fool of dreams

As I once - once took the blame

Now I just laugh and sing

That it's all - all in the game.

You once my judge - once my jury too

One is too much - once I realised you.

Confessions of a peeping Tom

There's better ways of making cash
Than waiting in parks and selling your arse.
But I'm on the move and about to stay,
Always old in a very young way.
I'm a fool to myself when I think now,
I believed in the why but didn't know how.
And now I don't fit with no place to go,
Only down in a comical show.

All of the promises and all the dreams,
Couldn't put humpty back on his feet.

Of all the things that money can buy
freedoms never cheap
But all the things she needed in life - she had no need to keep.
Of all the things she asked of me
none were ever fun
And I'm no good at acting while - the cameras on the run.

Don't you know - she threw it all away
I wonder how she feels today.
She threw it all away
I wonder if she's there to stay.

I don't know why, I went missing
It could have been the call of night
It could have been a change of mind.
I don't know why, I went missing
And though lost I found myself
Where I had been all the time.

When the clock chimes I shall be gone
But judge not the action but what went wrong
I'm no saint but I'm no sinner
That's one of the reasons why, I went missing.

Dads gone down the dog track, Engels' laying cables
Brothers with his student friends plotting in the stables
They're preparing for power and how to win
I'm covered in Solaire and preparing to swim
"Old Iron! Old Iron!" - I heard the bobby shout
As he brought his friendly truncheon down with
with a God Almighty clout.
Mothers playing bingo, she's hoping for a big win

True I was a gardener, once upon a time.
When the world ws young and all the earth was mine
Mine to tend to, to plough and to sow.
Before mankind came and rendered all things low.
And beauty was it's first name by this I would call.
And ready the harvest for one and for all.

The orchards and the wheatfields which could of fed the world,

Changes of clothes and summer showers
Like changing the guard it only lasts for hours,
Wondering what and where did it go
Crying over nothing worth crying for
Once in a while - I still think about,
The smile on your face girl, the first time around,
I'm wondering what and who your doing it with
Crying over nothing - worth crying for, still -

Just now and then - I still get it,

It's either -
Something in their eyes or something in the drink
But whatever it is they both stop and think
There's no going back and nothing above
It's lust or loneliness - but never love.
She takes a breath as he takes his keys
First name terms is the extent of it
there's no getting out as they're going in
But by tomorrow they both will begin

I'll keep on diving til I reach the ends,
dredging up the past to drive me round the bendz,
what is it in me that I can't forget
I keep finding so much that I now regret.
But no, on I go down into the depths
turning things over that are better left
dredging up the past that has gone for good
trying to polish up what is rotting wood.

Something inside takes me down again