Moral

These New Romantics are oh so boring

I could swear I've been there once or twice before

I should grow wings and just forget the club

You know the legends never wanted to be me

For too erratic to be O.K. so?

If you're concerned well I don't care

You play games, you play safe

Me I just sighed with relief

Matthew's mother. The change disturbs me

You've everybody's friend. Age, I suppose

Just like religion you're going nowhere

Like your so explicit clothes onto the floor

On those occasions when everything broke down

Including you and me

See the boy, see the girl

The exhibition is now over