our hero's fallen down again  its not a big surprise  two weeks wages on a suit  a crappy pair of shoes  he's only handsome  in the right light  now what are we going to do  you never really knew  and no one knows where connie goes  she's wearing shiny clothes  paper wrapes and skinny guys and  all her neighnours  eyes say running riot  our hero knows the papers  just need their news  they never really knew  but they decided where you're going to  we're ready for you don't write don't call me  unless you're lying in a traffic accident  unless you're dying in a traffic accident  and somewhere in a whitehall room  who's popping prostitues full  of scotch and falling off  and that persistant cough a cosy number  and all those goons  they're only afraid of truth  they never really knew  that in the end  it would desert them too  we're ready for you  don't write don't call me  unless you're lying in a  traffic accident  unless you're dying in a  traffic accident  are we violent  are we stupid  are we vacant  are we useless  hello work life  farewell parklife  have you come for me  don't write don't call me  or are we giving ourselves away  woke up this morning  and am i giving myself away  they owe you something  unless they're lying  in a traffic accident