: Oh maybe maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Oh maybe maybe it's our nowhere
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground. So we sold the car and quit the job and shook some hands and wiped the make-up right off, And we
wants to see, No education, it's the arse of the nation, She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is... She, sh-shaking up the karma, She, "injecting
on the pill, got too much time too kill get into bands and gangs. Oh, here they come, the beautiful ones, the beautiful ones loved up, Doved up
: Here they come, with their make up on, As lovely as the clouds come and see them, Boys and girls and their mums and their words, And their romances
: I'm so sorry to hear about the news, Don't you worry, I'll buy us a bottle and we'll drink in the petrol fumes, I'm so sorry to hear about your world
: And maybe we're just kids who've grown, and maybe not, And maybe when we're on our own, we don't have much, But oh, we are young and not tired of it
: Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy, Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight, Filmstar, giving it class
: Today, she's been working, she's been talking, she's been smoking, but it'll be alright, Cos tonight we'll go dancing, we'll go laughing, we'll get
: She's star, starcrazy, electric-shock-bog-brush-hair, Flat on her back in the 80's, in the 90's going nowhere, Star, starcrazy, got a kicking transistor
come The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones Loved up, doved up Oh, here they come The beautiful ones, the beautiful ones Loved up, doved up Loved up
I'm gonna try hard this time not to touch the ground So we sold the car and quit the job and shook some hands And wiped the make-up right off and we
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight Filmstar, giving it class, living
to see No education, it's the arse of the nation She is bad, she is bored, she is bony, she is She, sh-sh-shaking up the karma She, injecting marijuana
And maybe we're just kids who've grown And maybe not And maybe when we're on our own But we don't have much But oh, we are young and not tired of it
She's star, starcrazy Electric shock bog brush hair Flat on her back in the 80s In the 90s going nowhere Star, starcrazy Got a kicking transistor inside
Well, maybe, maybe, it's the clothes we wear The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair Maybe it's our kookiness Or maybe, maybe, it's our nowhere
Here they come with their make up on As lovely as the clouds come and see them Boys and girls and their mums and their words And their romances and jobs
