Hey - Blind Mr. Jones

Oh it's another weight on the soul,

The woman in her skin thirteen

And future glitters gone.

Oh, I can't see a pattern at all,

Your nightclub shoes and broadsheet blues

And posters on the wall

Hey.

Oh you can't have my soul on a rope,

It's a Star Wars toy, in this bedroom, boy,

And that's where it's gonna stay.

And I can't take a wartime goodbye,

So listen close and listen hard

And hear me when I say

Hey.

Oh it's another waste of a day,

I'm lifeless and I'm sick

And tired of what you've got to say.

Oh it's another messof a day,

I'm listless and I'm so,

So bored of what you've got to say

Hey.