Come and have a drink with me There's a place in Portobello where a man will talk to me Here is a story of success As he used to jam with Jimmy untill
The lights are on but no-ones home I'm helpless and fully grown i know you'll see me through Cos you're all like brotheres I've lost Since we've been
There's a sociallite, parasite, media satalite We're the onle safe ones left you and I But without you it's a bore There's no fun breaking the law, anymore
You could be popular You could be wanting more It doesn't have to be that way This could be beautifull Are you really gonna make it happen Seems a whispers
Take an old song one from the shelf, its mine, iI have it all to myself Straight to the chorus, don't bore us. Why should I when Sting can think for
