Through a long and sleepless night
I thought upon the jurys plight
If what is wrong can feel so right
Then lifes no longer black and white
Its four oclock and alls not well
In my private circle of hell
I contemplate my navel hair
And slowly slide into despair
This rut has fast become a trench
This smell has turned into the stench
Of rotten dreams and stale ideals
The past is snapping at my heels
Oh danny boy the pipes are blocked
With bedtime blues and future shock
I know the best is yet to come
But does it always take this long?
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But Ill always be the bridegroom and never the bride
You deserve to be horse-whipped
But Ive no horse, that jokes so s***
And whips would only make it worse
Dont tempt the lonely and perverse
The casualties of casual s**
The child of three with x-ray specs
The conman low in self esteem
The casanova in your dreams
Ill scream and scream and scream until
Ive made myself critically ill
In hospital, in case youre there
In uniform, intensive care
I know youll be the death of me
But what a cool death that would be
Id rather die than be deprived
Of wonderbras and thunder thighs
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But Ill always be the bridegroom and never the bride
Bored of normality?
Why not go daft?
Its easy to do if you try
Slide right back down that self-confident path
Youve just so laboriously climbed
Pickle your liver and addle your brain
Live the bohemian life
Die young and penniless somewhere in spain
Then again you could try just to live your own life
In the way that you find most amusing
I dont really care!
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But I will always be the bridegroom and I will never be the bride
I thought upon the jurys plight
If what is wrong can feel so right
Then lifes no longer black and white
Its four oclock and alls not well
In my private circle of hell
I contemplate my navel hair
And slowly slide into despair
This rut has fast become a trench
This smell has turned into the stench
Of rotten dreams and stale ideals
The past is snapping at my heels
Oh danny boy the pipes are blocked
With bedtime blues and future shock
I know the best is yet to come
But does it always take this long?
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But Ill always be the bridegroom and never the bride
You deserve to be horse-whipped
But Ive no horse, that jokes so s***
And whips would only make it worse
Dont tempt the lonely and perverse
The casualties of casual s**
The child of three with x-ray specs
The conman low in self esteem
The casanova in your dreams
Ill scream and scream and scream until
Ive made myself critically ill
In hospital, in case youre there
In uniform, intensive care
I know youll be the death of me
But what a cool death that would be
Id rather die than be deprived
Of wonderbras and thunder thighs
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But Ill always be the bridegroom and never the bride
Bored of normality?
Why not go daft?
Its easy to do if you try
Slide right back down that self-confident path
Youve just so laboriously climbed
Pickle your liver and addle your brain
Live the bohemian life
Die young and penniless somewhere in spain
Then again you could try just to live your own life
In the way that you find most amusing
I dont really care!
I can put on the perfume, even wear the dress sometimes
But I will always be the bridegroom and I will never be the bride