After a month our friendship wained
Cos your ambitions to a fault
Why did I let you in my brain?
Just look in these western eyes

 [bad word] 
I've been lost a time or two
Not knowing what is evil, oh
Or where to go
No prizes, no afterglow,
Nothing left for you but kicks or consumption

Thought Japan was out of bounds
But oh, the boys just got to town
Oh no and it's happening again

You and I have fallen out again
Empty skirts to the number ones
Why do I humour you in vain?
Just look in these westerm eyes

 [bad word] 

I was clawing at the windows when the wheels came off
European playground turned out far too much
She tells me other people get the best of me
So maybe she will never get the best of me
There must be a devil at the BBC.