作曲 : Colin Newman/Graham Lewis/Bruce Clifford Gilbert/Robert Selwyn Grey Leaning backwards a memory Staying on the periphery To all the things that used to be I'll say goodbye To the smoky rooms, where they piss their time To the alright boys, left with no rhyme To all the ploys as dumb as mine I'll say goodbye Nothing ventured, nothing gained Put it down to expenses, it's all the same To all the players of the game I'll say goodbye To the wait in line and don't complain To the fake pretending not to be sane To the someone's loss is always my gain I'll say goodbye To the people cocktail, that does not mix To the have-it-all by dirty tricks Of national airwaves jammed by pricks I'll say goodbye To the chilled and labelled haunted face To the claustrophobic can't do space To every lace curtained place I'll say goodbye Through the thin and unsupported walls To the talking big and acting small To the last ordered home time call I'll say goodbye To the third rate butcher's dance-hall-mix To the gain attention finger clicks To the try it on the wind-up slicks I'll say goodbye
作曲 : Colin Newman/Graham Lewis/Bruce Clifford Gilbert/Robert Selwyn Grey Leaning backwards a memory Staying on the periphery To all the things that used to be I'll say goodbye To the smoky rooms, where they piss their time To the alright boys, left with no rhyme To all the ploys as dumb as mine I'll say goodbye Nothing ventured, nothing gained Put it down to expenses, it's all the same To all the players of the game I'll say goodbye To the wait in line and don't complain To the fake pretending not to be sane To the someone's loss is always my gain I'll say goodbye To the people cocktail, that does not mix To the have-it-all by dirty tricks Of national airwaves jammed by pricks I'll say goodbye To the chilled and labelled haunted face To the claustrophobic can't do space To every lace curtained place I'll say goodbye Through the thin and unsupported walls To the talking big and acting small To the last ordered home time call I'll say goodbye To the third rate butcher's dance-hall-mix To the gain attention finger clicks To the try it on the wind-up slicks I'll say goodbye
