Marc Almond It's All Going On
My life is like a drag queen's dressing room
My mind is like a prostitute's bed
Bangles of plastic
An old prophylactic
I've got to be careful where I tread
Fake diamond rings
Unmentionable things
And something fantastic in red
It sparkles and spangles
But lifelessly dangles
It's all going on
It's all going on
All going on in my head
I dress like a clown
To go out on the town
Leave the dishes to grease up the sink
Wasting my time
To glitz up my grime
With a couple of pills and a drink
Alone in my room
It's a damp disco gloom
Where all of my good times have fled
I'd laugh if I could
But to cry it feels good
It's all going on
It's all going on
All going on in my head
My life's incomplete
Like a man in a dress
Who's gone and forgotten the wig
I'm not obsolete
So to try and compete
I make every small drama so big
Tomorrow is calling
And my face is falling
Washed up on the floor left for dead
The star of my movie
WHere demons pursue me
It's all going on in my head
My life is like a drag queen's dressing room
And it's only the show that I dread
I don't want a friend
They all leave in the end
And it's usually coz of something I've said
My world shrinks around me
I'm not as you found me
Most of my best friends are dead
When the telephone rings
Only sadness it brings
It's all going on
It's all going on
All going on in my head
In my head
In my head
It's all going on
It's all going on
All going on in my head
