400 Blows to the Head Lyrics

Hopeful pretty, do you suffer to look at me?
I am falling, can you help me find my feet?
Hateful misery, windswept eyes on a sideways glance
The man with no head who the world won't give a change
Fall into your train of thought
Picture of sadness and pain that's sought
Stuck inside your mind...

I am product of society
No morals, no ambitions and a pension scheme
I am a picture in a magazine
The one you love to hate, but you always seem to see
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head
Creative heartache, anger turns into my vitriol
Peace in our time a beautiful dream not to uphold
Depressing simulants pick ypu down whe you are up
The happy children humanity is such a faux-pas

Fall into your train of thought
Picture of sadness and pain that's sought
Stuck inside your mind...Yeah

I am product of society
No morals, no ambitions and a pension scheme
I am a picture in a magazine
The one you love to hate, but you always seem to see
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head
Now God'd read that he's dead
400 blows to the head