Suits

Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the hill

Staring out at the wild, blue yonder

Digging deep, I'd found buttons in my pockets

Naked now my skin begins to crawl

I dream Suits, I see Suits



Looking back, was there ever such a moment

Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a crime

Digging deep I came across a murder

Among the roots of our spreading family tree

We learned to love, we learned to kill

We taught ourselves to rule the world

I dream Suits, I see Suits

Do you see Suits, can you dream Suits?



There I stood, face pressed against the window

I know his number, but I'll never know his name

Behind the glass buried in the sockets

A recognition, my skin begins to crawl



We learned to love, we learned to kill

We taught ourselves to rule this world

But who's the one we're frightened of?

We are the sons of 1470



The geese fly chevrons cross the night sky

Heading south, the hunters lead them on

Jets trail the hems of skirts of angels

A train threads along the valley floor

So here we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil

Staring out, mortal in the darkness

Digging deep we try to find the answers

To all the questions that hatch within our skulls

We learned to love, we learned to kill

We taught ourselves to rule this world

For who's the one we're frightened of?

We are the sons of 1470

I dream of Suits. Do you dream Suits?

u should have listened to what your mother said

You should have listened to what your father told you to do

But you always did just what you always wanted to do

Now you end up here singing in a gilded cage

And for half your life you were wishing you were half your age

Lady let it lie



It's hard putting down family roots when you're living in

A mobile home, but there's always blood even in a rolling stone

And you squeezed me hard for the white collar dream

But you woke up to a tie dye lifestyle and its choking me

Lady let it lie



All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys

I don't want to be me no more

All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world

I don't want to be me no more



They once said I was a rising star declaring me a bright contender

When it all worked out I was just a pretender

I could never disagree if you said you were dissatisfied

But why you got to take it out on a guy that tried



All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys

I don't want to be me no more

All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world

I don't want to be me no more



But surely there's something left, something worth fighting for

Something out of all this mess that's worth building on

Maybe we can start again, maybe give it one more try

Or do we just walk away, and maybe fade and die



All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys

I don't want to be me no more

All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world

I don't want to be me no more

I don't want to be me no more

Me no more

All the boys want to be all the girls want to be all the boys

I don't want to be me no more

All the boys want to be all the girls in this turnaround world

I don't want to be me no more

I don't want to be me no more

Me no more

What would you do if it all broke up?

What would you do if the doors were shut

And the pearls are being eaten by the swine?

What would you do when the worms don't turn?

There's nothing left nowhere to run

And it's looking slightly bleaker every day



Do you follow your heart, do you follow the drum?

Do you follow the flag, do you shoulder the gun?

Do you slow march off the edge with head held high?

Do you do down gently without a fight?

Do you take it on the chin and beg for more?

When the sword is raised and the trumpet calls

You bow down, bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song



Did you believe in the post-war dream?

Do you hate dealing with machines?

And one's picking up your prayer off the phone

You followed advice, you followed the work

You followed the rules, you gave it your lot

But a younger man's just taken on your job

We've all got long term contracts with the man upstairs

But who's picking up the options on our souls

When it's one life firm and the deal is up

You bow down, bow down to the Emperor's song



What do you do when its all too much

When you're out of luck and out of touch

And you can't relate to anything they say

What you do when it gets too tough

When you want to say that enough's enough

You want to walk away and just throw in the towel

Do you go with the grain, do you go with the tide?

Do you go with the crowd, do you go for the ride?

Do you hang on in until the bitter end?

There's a bandwagon leaving but it's not for me

I've swallowed all the hooks and want no more

But when the lights are dimmed and the curtain calls

You bow down, bow down, to the Emperor's song

Rosebuds scattered across the lawn like the squares at Waterloo

With bayonets of thorns repelling small children in search of lost tennis balls

Imaginary cannonballs that were fired at the legs of galloping cavalry

Resting their dreams in the shade of the apple trees

Toy soldiers drunk on warm lemonade



And the children dream of glory and fortunes of war

Safe in bed with stories of fortunes of war, fortunes of war



As the sun sets low on these playing fields

An army returns bearing swords and shields  

Dustbin lids and raspberry canes.

They'll live to fight another day

For warrior's medals - milk bottle tops

Battle flags fashioned from mother's old table cloths

Bright colours run in the summer rain



Sometimes when they fall they will pretend

That their hankie is a bandage to stop the bleeding

And imagine city streets and desert storms and foreign fields

There's bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war



I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale, stagnant gymnasium

Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador

Through the jitterbug steps of the night before,

I followed him down to the church parade 

Where he makes his peace every armistice day 

I watched him fade away, melt in the autumn rain 



For sometimes when they fall they can't pretend

That the hankie is a bandage they can't stop the bleeding

They're out in city streets and desert storms or foreign fields

With bullets flying, these are the fortunes of war 

While their children dream of glory and fortunes of war 

Safe in bed with stories and fortunes of war 

Of uniforms and glory, fortunes of war, fortunes of war

She's got a photograph of David Bowie

In a Victorian hand-made frame

Signed backstage by a roadie in his name

She's got Hemingway in her bedside table

And a pistol under a pillow beside her head

The bullets round her neck

She wants to wear suits



A cocktail waitress smokes Gauloises Blondes

She's been taking tips from tables far too long

She drinks frozen Stolichnaya

She likes powders from Peru

She don't like no one to tell her what to do



She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody 

Somebody special

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody 

Somebody special

She wants to wear suits



She's got a nasty reputation as a cruel dude

She likes Japanese movies, she likes Chinese food

She's got handmade patent leather shoes riding on her feet

She knows the lifestyle that she wants and she's willing to compete



She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody 

Somebody special

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody 

Somebody special

She wants to wear suits



She put her mind to the classroom but outside

She learned more from giving head

She gave her innocence to someone that she once considered a close friend

She gave her hand to the quarterback on loan to the local football team

He gave his world as security, his heart as deposit on the dream

But, she wants to wear suits



She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody,

Somebody special

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody,

Somebody special

She wants to wear suits



She's got a wedding ring

That's Cartier as far as you can tell

She threw it down the local wishing well

She'd lost it in the kitchen sink

Or in a desert motel room

The insurance claim just couldn't come too soon



She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody,

Somebody special

She wants to be somebody, be somebody, be somebody,

Somebody special

She's somebody special

Do you want to be somebody special?

Could you be somebody special?

Somebody special?

Me, I'm a nothin' double zero trying to do something

Me, I'm a screwball, tired of being put down

Tired of being shot down



I'm gonna put some ink on the white sheets

Gonna put some blood on the white sheets

Me, I'm no dummy



Me, I wear colours bright and righteous

Serve them with honour

Me, I'm a weapon, a gun for hire teaching the lesson

Gonna be the guy in the white suit

Gonna get my hands on the white suit

'Cause me, I'm no dummy



Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and skiving, surviving

Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and skiving

Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving



Me, I got muscle, no qualifications needed to hustle

Me, I'm a killer ready for the role of the serial killer

Gonna get my hands on the white suit

Ready for the fitting of the white suit

'Cause me I'm no dummy



Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and skiving, surviving

Ducking and diving, thieving and lying, scrounging and skiving



Ducking and diving, me no dummy just surviving

I am just surviving, look at me, no dummy 



I'm gonna shoot down the shopping mall gonna get me a name

When they catch me all dressed up I'm gonna blow them away

I'm gonna blow them away

Waiting in my corner, waiting on the bell

I was coming off the ropes

I was going to give them hell

Now I'm waiting



Waiting on the lyric, waiting on the song

I know the muse is coming, I'm holding on

I'm waiting

Waiting on the chances, waiting on the breaks

Waiting on an opportunity that I could take

I'm still waiting



And all the time I wonder why

Just what or who the hell I am

Where I'm at, where I'm from

Where I'm going, where I belong

Tell me where I'm coming from

Because I'm waiting in the pipeline



Waiting on a message, waiting on a sign

I was waiting on my holy grail to shine

Waiting with the crossword, waiting on reviews

Waiting on something or someone to give me a clue

I'm still waiting



And all the time I wonder why

Just what or who the hell I am

Where I'm at, where I'm from

Where I'm going, where I belong

Why do you keep me waiting on

Because I'm waiting in the pipeline



If the carpet that I'm sitting on could fly

If the ring that's on my finger was a sorcerer's charm

If the cloak that I'm wearing could hide me away

I could wait for forever and a day

I'm waiting, waiting

If the lady that I'm waiting on isn't mine

Then the castles that I'm building are on shifting sands

If the dream that I'm chasing isn't true

Then the light at the end of the tunnel is just a wrecker's fire



Waiting in the pipeline, waiting on the silence

Waiting on the sound, waiting in the backstage

Waiting on the crowd, waiting

Waiting on the critics, waiting on the gong

Waiting on the DJ to play my song

Won't you play my song, play my song, I'm waiting



And all the time I wonder why

Just what or who the hell I am

Where I'm at, where I'm from

Where I'm going, where I belong

Tell me where I'm coming from

Because I'm waiting in the pipeline



Waiting in the pipeline, waiting in the pipeline

All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood

Through a whole in the wall

You saw the free world trading in bones



There's a guardian angel at the window

Staring at the corner

She's nowhere to go

She's in the free world trading her bones



But if your mother don't like it she don't need to know

As long as your sending the money home

What happened to the body of the child she bore

Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City



Sprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leaves

Cast in a shadow in anonymity

He found the free world and sucked on their bones

Performing for animals he's dressed to thrill

High on a pedestal see the surgeon's skill

He lets the free world feast on his bones



But if your mother don't like it she don't need to know

As long as your sending the money home

What happened to the body of the child she bore

Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City



Behind the curtains there's a sanctuary

For the businessman and the refugee

This is the free world and they trade with their bones

A dead flower from a buttonhole

Lies in the gutter with a million souls

It's the free world, and they're only trading in bones



But if your mother don't like it she don't need to know

As long as your sending the money home

What happened to the body of the child she bore

Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City

Bandwagon, it's coming into town

To turn your life around

And take you to the places that you once

Could only dream of

They'll be standing right there before your eyes

And the heroes that you worship

They'll be riding with you, up there by their side



On the bandwagon, it's rolling into town

Gathering the crowds to show them all the places that they once

Could only dream of and put them right before their very eyes

In the stories that they're selling for some pennies and a little of our time

Well, well do I hear you say, I'm only dreaming

That I'm staring out the window letting all my life just pass me by

In my defence, listen to me I have never ever stopped believing

That there's a better world out there waiting

And that all I have to do is hitch a ride on the Bandwagon



It's coming to my door

I've been on it before

And it took me to the places that I once

Could only dream of they were standing

Right there before my eyes

And I can tell you the stories for

Some pennies and a little of your time



Bandwagon its coming into town

To turn your life around

And take you to the places that you once

Could only dream of

They'll be standing there before your very eyes

And the heroes that you worship

They'll be riding with you, up there by their side

On the bandwagon

Here it comes

Raw meat for the balcony

Another mugging in Tin Pan Alley

Another heart attack takes the centre stage

You might think I'm being cynical

But after these years I can still pass the physical

Still got my corner, still got my edge



And the waitress takes an order for another round

And I try to blend my way into the crowd

But the hunter of the autograph he wants my name

And I just can't find the strength to turn him down



Raw meat for the balcony don't get me wrong

I don't need your sympathy, just lend me an ear and spare me a dime

I'm just a tear in the public eye

From laughing or crying it don't mean that much to me

Some sort of reaction is all that I need

The cognac goes down better in the hotel room

When you are staring at the writing on the wall

Condemned by the critics who want to tear me down

When it's just another lyric going for a song



We're low on life on the highway in search of coin

Picking up the pennies from the road

Guided by direction, in the wake of stars

We were driven by a dream that has broken down

But the bandwagon, well it's parked up in another town

We hope tomorrow, that its heading out our way

To get us out of this tunnel where we've paid our dues

With friends we buried out there beyond the lights



Raw meat for the balcony

Is that all I am, is that all I'm going to be?

Raw meat for the balcony

Nobody's fool but mine, is that my destiny?



But if the bandwagon takes off for another town

And the suits that buy the wine they don't like my song

Though I'm playing to empty tables

Till the curtain falls

I'll always find the strength to carry on

I'll always have the strength to carry on

I'm Raw Meat