Oh I know I don't own you 
but I don't even know if I should phone you
Someone's sending me letters
saying you've been going with other fellers.

And babe
I want you.
But I 
don't wanna cry.
Or talk for an hour
to a machine
on the end
of a telephone line.
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call 
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone.

I'm not trying to be clever
but at least we're not still living together
All those calls in the evening
if I answered they'd hang up without speaking

And babe
I want you,
But I
don't want to cry
or talk for an hour
to a machine
on the end 
of a telephone line
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call 
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home 
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone 

*Beep* 
"Hello, its me. I just wanted to call and say
it doesn't matter what you're up to.
I just want you to stay in touch.
That's all."

Are you really not at home? 
Or are you there but not alone? 
Screening calls
you don't want to receive
meaning calls
calls that come from me

Oh I
need to see you 
It's not enough for me just to hear you 
You said you'd be here by ten thirty 
but you want to stay out and be dirty 
Oh it just kills me
when all you got to do is call
Oh do it any time
cos there's never no-one home
never no-one home
Leave your message on the ansaphone. 

Well we were born within one hour of each other.
Our mothers said we could be sister and brother.
Your name is Deborah, Deborah.
It never suited ya.
Oh they thought that when we grew up,
we'd get married, and never split up.
We never did it, although often I thought of it.

Oh Deborah, do you recall?
Your house was very small,
with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call,
you didn't notice me at all.

I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own on
that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.

You were the first girl at school to get breasts.
Martyn said that yours were the best.
The boys all loved you but I was a mess.
I had to watch them trying to get you undressed.
We were friends but that was as far as it went.
I used to walk you home sometimes but it meant,
oh it meant nothing to you,
cos you were so popular. 

Deborah do you recall?
Your house was very small,
with woodchip on the wall.
When I came around to call,
you didn't notice me at all.

I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own
on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.

Oh yeah,
oh yeah. 

Ah do you recall?
Your house was very small,
with wood chip on the wall.
When I came around to call,
you didn't notice me at all.

I said let's all meet up in the year 2000.
Won't it be strange when we're all fully grown.
Be there at 2 o'clock by the fountain down the road.
I never knew that you'd get married.
I would be living down here on my own,
on that damp and lonely Thursday years ago.
Oh what are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maybe?
You can even bring your baby.
Ohhh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh.
What are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maby?
You can even bring your baby.
Ooh ooh oh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Ooh ooh ooh ooh. Oh.

Dogs are everywhere
almost everywhere
that I go
They have too much and then 
They have too much again
and then more
They leave their 
scent behind them
everywhere they go
Oh dogs are everywhere
that I go
Oh dogs are everywhere
almost everywhere 
that I go
They have too much and then
they have too much again
and then more
They leave their scent behind them
everywhere they go
Oh dogs are everywhere
yes dogs are everywhere
yes dogs are everywhere 
that I go
They always wag their tails
at all the pretty girls
and older women
They find their own way in 
and they rip up everything
that I believe in
Sometimes
I have to wonder
about the dog in me 
Oh dogs are everywhere
yes dogs are everywhere
yes dogs are everywhere
that I go 
They get down on all fours 
when you walk through the door
They whine and beg around your feet
like a dog for something sweet
They sink their teeth in you
they're tearing you in two
Remains are buried out of doors
Oh I want some more
I want some more
Sometimes
I have to wonder 
about the dog in me 
Oh dogs are everywhere
yes dogs are everywhere
oh dogs are everywhere
that I go
Sometimes
I have to wonder
about the dog in me
Oh dogs are everywhere
yes dogs are everywhere 
yes dogs are everywhere
that I go
that I go
that I go
that I go
Everywhere 
everywhere 
everywhere
everywhere
Dogs are everywhere. 

I saw you standing at the stop
in your crochet halter top 
and your sky-blue training bra
I know you're gonna go too far
You're driving all the boys insane 
down by the sports hall in the rain 
chewing-gum, a navy dress
a purple shirt and all the rest

Oh there's stacks to do
and there's stacks to see 
and there's stacks to touch
and there's stacks to be
so many ways for you to spend your time 
such a lot
but I know
that you've got stacks 

I heard you let him touch too much
on the back seat of the bus
Did you stay over at his place?
And did you do it?
Was he ace?
The world is bigger every day
and you've always got something to say
and you've always got somewhere to go
It's getting faster don't you know? 

And there's stacks to do
and there's stacks to see
and there's stacks to touch
and there's stacks to be
so many ways for you to spend your time
such a lot
but I know 
that you've got stacks
Oh there's stacks to do
and there's stacks to see
oh yes stacks to touch
and there's stacks to be
so many ways for you to spend your time 
such a lot
but I know
that you've got
Places to go
and faces to kiss
boys to confuse and appointments to miss
So many ways for you to spend your time
such a lot
but I know that you've got
yeah I know that you've got stacks.

Susan catches the bus into town at ten-thirty a.m.
She sits on the back seat.
She looks at the man in front's head
and thinks how his fat wrinkled neck is like a large carrot
sticking out from the collar of his shirt.
She adds up the numbers on her bus ticket to see if they make twenty-one,
but they don't. 
Maybe she shouldn't bother going to school at all, then.
Her friends will be in the yard with their arms folded on their chests,
pushing up their breasts to try and make them look bigger,
whilst the boys will be too busy playing football to notice.
The bus is waiting on the High Street when suddenly it begins to rain torrentially
and it sounds like someone has emptied
about a million packets of dried peas on top of the roof of the bus.
"What if it just keeps raining," she thinks to herself,
"and it was just like being in an aquarium except
it was all the shoppers and office-workers that were
floating past the window instead of fish?"
She's still thinking about this when the bus goes passed Caroline Lee's house
where there was a party last week. 
There were some German exchange students there who were very immature;
they all ended up jumping out of the bedroom window.
One of them tried to get her to kiss him on the stairs,
so she kicked him.
Later she was sick because she drunk too much cider.
Caroline was drunk as well
she was pretending she was married to a tall boy in glasses,
and she had to wear a polo-neck for three days afterwards
to cover up the love-bite on her neck.
By now the bus is going past the market.
Outside is a man who spends all day
forcing felt-tip pens into people's hands and then
trying to make them pay for them.
She used to work in a pet shop there.
She got the sack for talking to boys when she was supposed to be working.
She wasn't too bothered though,
she hated the smell of the rabbits anyway.
"Maybe this bus won't stop," she thinks,
"and I'll stay on it until I'm old enough to go into pubs on my own.
and it'll drive me to a town where people with black hair are treated specially
and I can make lots of money by charging fat old men five
pounds a time to look up my skirt.
And they'll be queuing up to take me out to dinner."
I suppose you think she's just a silly girl with stupid ideas,
but I remember her in those days.
They talk about people with a fire within and all that stuff,
well,
she had that alright.
It's just that no-one dared to jump into her fire
and risk being consumed.
Instead, they put her in a corner and let her heat up the room,
warming their hands and backsides in front of her,
and then slagging her off around town.
No-one ever really got inside Susan,
and,
and,
she always ended up getting off the bus at the terminus
and then walking home. 

There's a picture by his first wife on the wall
stripped floor-boards in the kitchen and the hall 
a stain from last week's party on the stairs
no-one knows who made it
or how it ever got there 
They were dancing with children round their necks
Talking business, books and records, art and sex 
All things being considered
you'd call it a success
you wore your black dress

He's an architect and such a lovely guy
and he'll stay with you until the day you die
and he'll give you everything you could desire
oh well almost everything
everything that he can buy
So you sometimes go out in the afternoon
Spend an hour with your lover in his bedroom
hear old women rolling trolleys down the road
back to Lyndhurst Grove
Lyndhurst Grove, Oh 

I am the master of this universe
and I've got so big it hurts
Raise your eyes and graze your knees 
oh for your master is displeased
because you dared to doubt his word
his polished surface dulls and cracks
Your bitter laughter breaks his back
I am the master of this universe 
I taught you everything you know
now you must bear your master's curse
oh for I will not let you go
Now you must walk this town `til dawn
in every public open place
your master's look upon your face
Oh now look what you have done
you've spoilt it all for everyone
The master masturbates alone
in a corner of your home
You feed him scraps when in the mood
You beat him hard and keep him nude
You cut your master down to size
Now he cries and he cries now
Lalalalala lalala...
And now he begs both night and day 
He lets you take him on your knee
He keeps on losing consciousness
he dearly loves his new mistress
Now he repeats it every night
Every night on point of death
"You are the master of this universe"
Now he cries and he cries now
"You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe
You are the master of the universe!" 

She, 
she used to live near his brother.
Now she's an unmarried Mother
with another on the way.
He's second rate, 
twisted out of shape.
It costs so much to look this rough.
They go to town, 
they like to shop around
and look at all those things.
All those things they never wanted anyway.
She hates his hair,
that stupid coat he wears
but sometimes second best
is the best that you can get.

Oh somebody told me;
the seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into days
but still it feels like the morning.
The first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second place
and still it feels like the morning. 
At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyes
and they make it through to the morning.

In the morning it's raining.
Oh christ you're always complaining,
can't you think of something else?
It's nearly-nu,
a bargain basement made for two
and if you blur your eyes you could be anywhere you want yourself to be.
Oh yeah it's bad,
I know you want to laugh,
so laugh.
But sometimes second best
is all you're gonna get.

Oh yeah, oh somebody told me;
the seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into days
but still it feels like the morning.
The first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second place
and still it feels like the morning. 
At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyes
and they make it through to the morning.
the seconds turn to hours
and the hours turn into days
but still it feels like the morning.
The first time leaves its trace
and then slides into second place
and still it feels like the morning. 
At night they try to fly,
hold on tight and close their eyes
and they make it through to the morning.
My god they're still alive;
they got it wrong but they still tried
and they made it through to the morning.

As the sun shines down on the land,
so her heart is crying for love.
And there is no-one there,
no-one to hear her voice.
And she will sleep alone again tonight.
Now the moon is high in the sky.
In her room she calls out his name.
But he is somewhere else,
somewhere she cannot see.
Oh, and the night is dark between them now,
"My god, my God, why did he go away?" 
Now the sun shines on a new town.
With a smile he gets off the train.
He lights a cigarette,
leans back to see the sky.
Oh and he thinks how much better off he is,
without her hanging round.
Let's do it.
And the day is passing by him,
and he has nowhere to stay.
At a lonely bar-room table,
his mind goes back to yesterday,
to the girl who's dead and buried,
but her face lives in his eyes.
He must forget that face forever.
Make the future start tonight.
But the meal he eats is dead flesh.
There is cancer in his cigarettes.
And the drinks won't do a thing for him,
but revive some stupid memories.
Then a hairstyle that reminds him,
makes him run into the night,
where the moon hangs high above him now,
the same moon that she's praying on tonight.
But the wind catches her words.
And the moon swallows them whole.
Now the moon is high in the sky.
In her room she calls out his name.
The night is cold and dark, and she is all alone.
The bed is empty now.
Her body screams for love.
She wants to be with him.
Oh but he's so far away.
Oh and the night is dark between them now
"My God, my God, why did he go away?"  

She likes to watch the moon,
as it travels through the sky,
cos she's heard that it's romantic,
though she really can't see why.

Someone should have helped her through the day.
Someone like the moon.

So she drinks a cup of coffee,
and telephones a friend,
and she asks if she can make it,
so this night will never end.

Someone should have helped her through the day.
Someone like the moon.

But the light comes,
and the day bleeds through the sky,
and the sun,
the sun makes it hard to get through,
and the radio only plays love songs so she cries,
though she knows it's such a bad thing to do.
In the evening it gets better,
and she thinks how it's not right,
that someone so stupid,
can so easily screw up your life.

Someone should have helped her through the day.
Someone like the moon.

But the light came,
and the day bled through the sky,
and the sun, the sun made it hard to get through,
and the radio only played love songs so she cried,
though she knew it's such a bad thing to do.
Can't you see?
Can't you see?
Someone should have helped her through the day.
Someone like the moon. 

I wrote the song two hours before we met.
I didn't know your name or what you looked like yet.
Oh I could have stayed at home and gone to bed.
I could have gone to see a film instead.
You might have changed your mind and seen your friends.
Life could have been very different but then,
something changed.
Do you believe that there's someone up above?
Does he have a timetable directing acts of love?
Why did I write this song on that one day?
Why did you touch my hand and softly say.
Stop asking questions that don't matter anyway.
Just give us a kiss to celebrate here today.
Something changed.
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing,
that in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going.
Where would I be now if we'd never met?
Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?
I dunno but like you said
something changed.

You look just like Sylvia:
Well you look like her to me -
the way she wore her hair then.
Oh, the way she used to be.
I've not seen her for a long time
though I've heard she's still around.
Her father's living with some girl
who's a year younger than her.
She's living in the country now yeah.
Oh, she's trying to get better.
Her beauty was her only crime.
Yeah, I remember Sylvia.

So keep believing
and do what you do,
I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better.
And please stop asking what it's got to do with you.
Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better.

Who's this man you're talking to?
Can't you see what he wants to do?
He thinks if he stands near enough then he will look as good as you.
Oh, he don't care about your problems.
He just wants to show his friends.
I guess I'm just the same as him -
I just didn't know it then.
I never understood you really
and I know it's too late now.
You didn't ask to be that way.
oh, I'm sorry Sylvia.

So keep believing
and do what you do,
I can't help you but I know things are gonna get better.
And please stop asking what it's got to do with you.
Oh, keep believing cos you know that you deserve better.
Yeah you know that you deserve better.
Oh Sylvia.

You are hardcore, you make me hard.
You name the drama and I'll play the part.
It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream.
I like your get-up if you know what I mean.
I want it bad.
I want it now.
Oh can't you see I'm ready now.
I've seen all the pictures, I've studied them forever.
I wanna make a movie so let's star in it together.
Don't make a move 'til I say "Action."
Oh here comes the Hardcore life.
Put your money where your mouth is tonight.
Leave your make-up on and I'll leave on the light.
Come over here babe and talk in the mic.
Oh yeah I hear you now.
It's gonna be one hell of a night.
You can't be a spectator. Oh no.
You got to take these dreams and make them whole
Oh this is Hardcore -
there is no way back for you.
Oh this is Hardcore -
this is me on top of you
and I can't believe it took me this long.
That it took me this long.
This is the eye of the storm.
It's what men in stained raincoats pay for
but in here it is pure. Yeah.
This is the end of the line.
I've seen the storyline played out so many times before.
Oh that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
Then that goes in there.
And then it's over. 
Oh, what a hell of a show
but what I want to know:
what exactly do you do for an encore?
Cos this is Hardcore.

Without you my life has become a hangover without end.
A movie made for TV:
bad dialogue, bad acting, no interest.
Too long with no story and no sex.
Is it a kind of weakness to miss someone so much? 
To wish the day would go away?
Like you did yesterday.
Just like you did yesterday.
And I can't think of a way to get through this pain.
To be happy again to make it all alright
and I know it must be bad cos sitting here right now,
all I know is I can't even think,
I can't even think of anything clever to say.
So I say:
why pretend any longer?
Cos I need you here with me.
It's obvious that I miss you so much
so please say you're gonna stay.
So please say you're gonna stay.
So please say you're gonna stay.
The night is getting darker now
and there's nothing on TV
but I'll sit tight
til morning light.
Yeah, I'll wait until the day.
Until the day that you say you're gonna stay.