well how come you only want tomorrow
with its promise of something hard to do
a real life adventure worth more than pieces of gold
blue skies above and sun on your arms  strength in your stride
and hope in those squeaky clean eyes
you'll get chilly receptions everywhere you go
blinded with desire  i guess the season is on

so you train by shadow boxing, search for the truth
but it's all, but it's all used up
break open your million-dollar weapon
still you push, still you push your luck
a broken-nosed mogul are you
one of the new wave boys
same old thing in brand new drag
comes sweeping into view
as ugly as a teenage millionaire
pretending it's a whizz-kid world
and you'll take me aside and say
`david what shall i do
they wait for me in the hallways'
and i'll say don't ask me i don't know any hallways
but they move in numbers and they've got me in a corner
and i feel like a group of one
no, no they can't do this to me
i'm not some piece of teenage wildlife

those midwives to history put on their bloody robes
and the word is that the hunted one is out there on his own
and you're alone for maybe the last time
and you breathe for a long time
then you howl like a wolf in a trap
and you daren't look behind

you fall to the ground like a leaf on the tree
and