Boy

Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme
 After all you're still quite small you don't know where you've been
 You was only swearing yesterday
 Oh you want to win the world away
 But now you got nothing to say-ay-ay
 Boy you're getting out of hand
 You've got to make a stand
 So put the coke away
 Boy you got the do the show
 Got to let the people know
 You've got the strength to stay
 I can see you run
 I can see you hide
 Oh your heart is aching
 Lost in a dream of what might have been
 You're the guide
 You're the number one
 And your knees are shaking
 Stand and deliver in an endless dream
 Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so
 Only yes-men
 Have a guess man
 Watch the spirit go
 Batman zips the monster as he bleeds
 And gets off on the buzz he needs
 And a kid on the street just reads
 and reads and reads and reads
 and reads and reads and reads
 Boy its them hard case city blues
 Cagney is the news
 Does "The Giant" ring a bell?
 Boy its the Hudson East River cruise
 Its the Empire State of booze
 Oh you know the story well
 Do you have to run
 Do you have to hide
 There's a new tomorrow
 Yes you're a mess
 But you're more than less
 When this battle's won
 You can look inside
 All you did not borrow
 Yes you're the best
 But you still can't rest
 You know you know
 The carnival is closed
 Your streets are lined with ghosts
 But a princess don't look back
 Don't look back don't look round
 Your vision is your fight
 Through long electric nights
 When a woman helps you write
 Na na na
 Na na na
 Na
 Na na na
 Na na na
 Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past
 See you did not have to fast
 Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts
 And lasts and lasts and lasts
 And lasts and lasts
 Boy if you've got an axe to grind
 Be thankful for this time
 For it gives you what you need
 Boy you've got an eighty-eight to play
 It'll tell you what to say
 It'll tell you when to breathe
 Boy take a turnpike heading west
 Turn the people on to Beau Geste
 Cause that's what you did the best
 Boy play the pipes till they're old and worn
 Sing the words till they fall forlorn
 Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet
 Boy don't let the earth get in your face
 its a middle-aged displace
 Its the middle ages snide
 Boy we're a million miles away
 And to think its so insane
 Take a chance on a one way ride
 Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your mind
 Oh these people ain't your kind
 No they ain't your kind at all
 Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain
 No these people ain't the same
 You can hear another call
 Boy the (other book?) starts with (no?)
 They don't show us how to grow
 They only show us how to win
 Boy the secret's in the bicycle shed
 Ain't no answers now they're dead
 To seek is a mortal sin
 Hey you know boy let your madness be the clue