No Ecstasy

Born to hold your breath, 1979

Growing up in a dollhouse 'neath a beehive

But you've been wading in them dirty waters

Since you were thirteen years

Running with that lonely crowd

Crying them dirty tears

Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth

Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth

If all roads lead home, you build a new highway

And you run-run-run-run-runaway

It's the boredom of a bitter age

That drives them to the arms of a punk rock stage

I'm sending all my sympathy

To the sweet little helots of the neglected beat

Little sister got a new beat

Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth

Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth

Lock up the young lovers!

Keep their bodies covered!

Somewhere some kid is beating off tonight