Looking for a friend, looking everywhere   Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends   All those mild mannered friends I've got      They're careless and they fall down   All over the place, all over town   I don't want them talking to me      'Cause I'm leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you   Have to leave it, leave it, leave it up to you      All the buildings are breaking down   Like the whispering in your heart   And it's sordid how life goes on      When I could take you apart   And if you give me half a chance   I'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascist      I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate   We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up   And the newspapers, oh the newspapers      They'd be listening, listening to me giving it to you   And the radio, what about the radios?   They'd be listening to me giving it to you      Right mama, damn right mama      I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance   I hear the tanks crawling   They're crawling over the hill, they're crawling over the hill   Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun      They're blistering up my spell, they're blistering it up   They're breaking it up, they're breaking up my spell   And what else is there, what else have I got?   What else have I got but that spell?      Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I'm leaving it up to you   Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you   Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you      I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up, give it up   Up, up, give it up      I can't take it