Marc Almond Ugly Head
Oh I bet your life You're sick of the sight Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars Love's just got to pass your way in time You smell of prison, smell of crime I just didn't want to say I told you so Someone called "Hey yesterday boy!" Take your well worn body away from my sight Friends run like rats from a sinking ship Leaving you naked to the night Now you're known as the last resort By the vultures on the make They say 'You have to eat the hamburger To appreciate the steak' You always feel the sting of words As children are so cruel They called you Ugly, Ugly Head When you were at school You've tried to make the best of things But it seems you've given in They call you Ugly, Ugly Head Something makes you feel the living sin Things must feel so insecure When you're on your last legs You're swimming in the coffee pot Drowning in the dregs But you haven't got the sense to die (Or get a decent job) To look into a mirror Or at the very worst some kind of God You need something to believe in I just wish it was yourself Try to summon up the guts To rectify your ailing health For there's something round the corner Waiting just out of sight That'll stop you feeling low and limp And naked to the night You always feel the sting of words As children are so cruel They called you Ugly, Ugly Head When you were at school You've tried to make the best of things But it seems you've given in They call you Ugly, Ugly Head Something makes you feel the living sin Ugly, Ugly, Ugly Ugly, Ugly, Ugly Ugly, Ugly, Ugly Ugly Head!
