The whispering may hurt you   But the printed word might kill you   The whispering may hurt you   But the printed word might kill you      So don't let the blue   The blue eyes fool you   They're just gelignite   Loaded and aiming right between your eyes   CD's and t-shirts, promos, God knows, oww   You know I couldn't last   Someone please take me home      The teenagers who love you   They will wake up, yawn and kill you   The teenagers who love you   They will wake up, yawn and kill you      So don't let the blue   The blue eyes fool you   They're just gelignite   Loaded and aiming right between your eyes   CD's and t-shirts, promos, God knows, oww   You know I couldn't last   Someone please take me home      There's a cash register ringing and   It weighs so heavy on my back   Someone please take me home      The critics who can't break you   They somehow help to make you   The critics who can't break you   Unwittingly they make you      So don't let the good days of the gold discs   Creep up and mug you   No no no, with evil legal eagles   Oh, you know I couldn't last   Accountants rampant   Oh, you know I couldn't last   Every -ist and every -ism thrown my way to stay   And the Northern leeches go on removing, removing, removing      Then in the end   Your royalties bring you luxuries   Your royalties bring you luxuries   Oh but   The squalor of the mind   The squalor of the mind   The squalor of the mind   The squalor of the mind