Well the walls too wet to sit on
And there's a curtain right over my head
Stomp my feet waiting for a bus
But decided to walk instead
And the American saxophone follows me
All the way from the teller
to the public house
My fingers are always in my ears
But the reads always in the mouth
And if you ever cross your heart and hope to die
Voices in your head saying you must cry
Then there's more to you than meets the eye
But if you go about your business with a capital 'B'
It is sure to catch you up with a capital 'C'
And then you will be in debt with a capital 'T'{'A'/'B'}
Just step outside
Well we could stop for a conversation
If we could think of anything to say
But you know you've got nothing to talk about
When nothing happened yesterday
And if I ever committed a murder
Well I think I'd go about this way
Never mind a rope or a dagger and cloak
I could spend a week on this estate
Repeat chorus
What are you doing tomorrow
And the day after and the day after that
I've some money to spend I can borrow
I've become a man I admire