Teacher says that I've been naughty, I must learn to concentrate. But the girls they pull my hair and with the boys I can't relate. Daddy says I'm good for nothing, mama says that it's from him. Manic sister thinks I'm cracking, brother says it's in my genes.
So we put on our eyeliner and a bit of glitter dust. Life at night is always finer, neon streets are full of lust. Teenage kids and Soho Dolls, they make you want to cry. Like my superstar they fall, some will be alright.
Sunlight falls into his eyes but he don't stir or turn. Messages on the answerphone but none will be returned. Monday morning, lousy morning what a day to see. In the evening I will hear it on the bbc.
Don't you want to? Don't you want to be the one?
Don't you want to? Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
Don't you want to? Don't you want to hold the gun?
Don't you want to?Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!