MUSIC FOR SALE

He’s waiting in the wings
With the wings of a devil
Waiting for the dirt bus to go
He’s lying through his eyes
And sneering like a film star
Posing like a poor man’s Valentino

He just can’t take this waiting
It’s not at his beck and call
The genie never summoned up the gold
So he haunts the city night
Searching for the black hole chances
And he’s kicked toward the face of teenage cold
And he’s so

So angry for the week
He’s so
So angry for the week
Oh yes he is
He’s angry for the week
He’s so
Angry for the week
He’s so angry

Pulls his coat around himself
Protection from the world
Maybe today he’ll realise his goal
It’s not easy being strong
When you’re poor
And when you’re young
And when you’re beautiful as beautiful
As beautiful and oh so

So angry for the week
He’s so
So angry for the week
Oh yes he is
He’s angry for the week
He’s so
Angry for the week
He’s so angry

Who knows where his life will end
Or where it will begin
He’s got so much going for him
But for who?
And no-one seems to see
All the goodness that’s inside him
All the future, and the power,
And the love

He’s waiting in the wings
He’s got the wings of a devil
And he’s waiting for the dirt bus to go
He haunts the city night
Searching for the black hole chances
And he’s kicked toward the face of teenage cold
And he’s so

So angry for the week
He’s so
So angry for the week
Oh yes he is
He’s angry for the week
He’s so
Angry for the week
He’s so angry