I could hang about and burn my fingers   I've been hanging out here waiting for something to start   You think I'm faultless to a 't'   My manner set impeccably   But underneath I am the same as you      I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy   But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor   I feel like dancing on my own   Where no one knows me, and where I   Can cause offence just by the way I look      And when I come to blows   When I am numbering my foes   Just hope that you are on my side my dear      But it's best to finish as it started   With my face head down just staring at the brown formica   It's safer not to look around   I can't hide my feelings from you now   There's too much love to go around these days      You say I've got another face   That's not a fault of mine these days   I'm brutal, honest and afraid of you