Everyday
Now that you set everybody free
What are you going to do about me?
Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown
I'd rather go back to the sweet underground
Where I can tell by the colour of my skin
And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the one
Who always turns me in
A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night
Picking up every lost object in sight
Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails
The black market eats up all your failures
Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets
No pool, no pets, no cigarettes
Just non-s
What are you going to do about me?
Don't want to be treated like some poor grateful clown
I'd rather go back to the sweet underground
Where I can tell by the colour of my skin
And I know my neighbour 'cos he's the one, yes he's the one
Who always turns me in
A woman works the tunnel in the middle of the night
Picking up every lost object in sight
Handbags, toupees, lost legs and fingernails
The black market eats up all your failures
Her transistor offers no salvation or regrets
No pool, no pets, no cigarettes
Just non-s
One Conditioning
Don't make me hate,
Just try to relate,
Please let me stay,
I just want to play.
I'm just a child.
Don't make me mad, don't let me be sad,
'Cos I don't understand,
'Cos I'm not the man.
I'm just a child.
I'm demanding your attention,
So push my brother and sisters aside,
I've been crying for your affection,
Yeah mother tan my hide,
I'd better run and hide.
I'm just a child.
Don't make me hate, just try to relate.