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Newboys

Adverts (The)
(album: Crossing The Red Sea With The Adverts)

We´re out on a limb.
Should we let the newboys in?
We think they can´t do no harm.
Let´s humour them.
But they need some passion inside.
They take it like a cigarette.
They feel it when it breaks their minds.
In their lungs and in their chests.
No regrets.

They didn´t tell me.
They´d been there for so many years.
I don´t know what to do.
I think I love you, you love me too?
Is it really true.

You can´t want me.
You can´t need me.
You can´t love me, see.

You can´t want me.
You can´t need me.
You can´t have me, see.

Well, I feel like I´m at sea.
The plank´s beneath my feet.
Inevitably we two must meet again.
But they´re going to extremes.
They´re feeling quite at ease.
They fight with brain instead of power.
And no-one wins.
There´s no answers.

Now newboys quarrel,
they´re bitching, they tangle.
A tendency to intellectualise,
they won´t let things be.
Your conversation locks my door.
Then throws away the key.
You can´t help me.