At the [bad word] meeting 
on their hands - a dead star 
and ooh, the plans they weave 
and ooh, the sickening greed 

At the [bad word] party 
on their hands - a dead star 
the sycophantic slags all say:
"I knew him first, and I knew him well"

Re-issue! Re-package! Re-package! 
Re-evaluate the songs 
double-pack with a photograph 
Extra Track (and a tacky badge) 

A-list, playlist 
"Please them, please them!"
"Please them!"
(sadly, THIS was your life) 

but you could have said no 
if you'd wanted to 
you could have said no 
if you'd wanted to 

BPI, MTV, BBC 
"Please them! Please them!"
(sadly, this was your life) 

but you could have said no 
if you'd wanted to 
you could have walked away 
...couldn't you? 

I touched you at the soundcheck 
you had no real way of knowing 
in my heart I begged "take me with you...
I don't care where you're going..."

But to you I was faceless 
I was fawning, I was boring 
a child from those ugly new houses 
who could never begin to know 
who could never really know 
oh... 

Best of! Most of! 
Satiate the need 
slip them into different sleeves! 
buy both, and feel deceived
climber - new entry, re-entry 

World tour! ("media [bad word] ) 
"Please the Press in Belgium!"
(THIS was your life...)
and when it fails to recoup? 
Well, maybe: 
You just haven't earned it yet, baby 

I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck 
you're just the same as I am 
what makes most people feel happy 
leads us headlong into harm 

so, in my bedroom in those 'ugly new houses' 
I danced my legs down to the knees 
but me and my [bad word] love' 
will never meet again... 

At the [bad word] meeting 
on their hands - at last! - a dead star! 
but they can never taint you in my eyes 
they can never touch you now 

No, they cannot hurt you my darling 
they cannot touch you now 
but me and my [bad word] love' 
will never meet again