Mothers see [bad word] around
They know they've got their head screwed on
I'm standing in the middle of town
I know I might [bad word] home
'Cause standing where I am
With all the people passing by me
And the sound of all these passers-by
Mixed in with the bus and the motor car
I must be sure these are the signs
'Cause I've been here a million times before 

Just tell me when [bad word] around
Coming around
I think I see [bad word] to town
Hunting me down
Bringing me round 

Tell me if I'm bringing you down
'Cause I was fine 'til you came along
You tell me they're the tears of a clown, clown
That I'm confusing by abusing my mind
So far away I want to be
It's not as close to you and me
The things they call our destiny
Now why d'you have to pick on me at all
My walls [bad word] down 

Just tell me when [bad word] around
Coming around
I think I see [bad word] to town
Hunting me [bad word] round 

Ooh
Oh, ah 

Just tell me when [bad word] around
Coming around
I think I see [bad word] to town
Draggin' me down
Just tell me when [bad word] around
Coming around
I think I see [bad word] to town
It's draggin' me down [bad word] around