Family Tree

I've been feeling down

I've been looking round the town

For somebody just like me

But the only ones I see

Are the dummies in the window

They spend their money on clothes

It saddens me to think

That the only ones I see are mannequins

Looking stupid, being used and being thin

And I don't know why I hang around with them

The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused

The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused

Than be me in a cage

With a bottle of rage

And a family like the mafia

I've been feeling blue

And I don't know what to do

And I never get a thrill

And they threw me out of school

'Cause I swore at all the teachers

Because they never teach us

A thing I want to know

We do chemistry, biology and maths

I want poetry and music and some laughs

And I don't think it's an awful lot to ask

So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go

So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go

'Cause I'm here in a cage

With a bottle of rage

And a family like the mafia

If my family tree goes back to the Romans

Then I will change my name to Jones

If my family tree goes back to Napolean

Then I will change my name to Smith

If my family tree goes back to the Romans

Then I will change my name to Jones

If you're looking at me to be an accountant

Then you will look but you will never see

If you're looking at me to start having babies

Then you can wish because I'm not here to fool around

You can wish because I'm not here to fool around

You can wish because I'm not here to fool around

There is too much love!

I could hang about and burn my fingers

I've been hanging out here waiting for something to start

You think I'm faultless to a 'T'

My manner set impeccably

But underneath I am the same as you

I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy

But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor

I feel like dancing on my own

Where no one knows me, and where I

Can cause offence just by the way I look

And when I come to blows

When I am numbering my foes

Just hope that you are on my side my dear

But it's best to finish as it started

With my face head down just staring at the brown formica

It's safer not to look around

I can't hide my feelings from you now

There's too much love to go around these days

You say I've got another face

That's not a fault of mine these days

I'm honest, brutal and afraid of you