No Mercy For The Muse - Neil Halstead

Shabby boy’s kept you up all night

Oh sentimental drinkers

Sing songs that end in fights about fights

And they’ll swear to you

That they just can’t help it

That poem in their head

That painting of your bed

It must out

Does time stand still when you cross the room

Oh surely it must do

When they write a song

That goes on, and on about you

Does your golden hair, fall in waves

No mention of a spot

Tantrum or tooth rot

No not for them

Just pearly smiles and Mona Lisa wiles

For your coterie of stars

Your barrel of charlatans

Celebrate, and they will venerate

Hold their heads in the morning glare

For with some faint praise

They will hold you gaze

And dedicate

It all to you

Yeah dedicate it all to you

Oh you live you life

In black and white

No subtlety for you

No mercy for the muse

It’s true

Come in again number 10

Your army of typewriters

Your consequence of biters

Won’t last long

And life will burden you not

Love will carry on with a thrust

And they’ll swear to you

That they just can’t help it

That poem in their head

That painting of your bed

It must out

Celebrate, and they will venerate

Hold their heads in the morning glare

For with some faint praise

They will hold you gaze

And dedicate

It all to you

Yeah dedicate it all to you