Driving with my little bike I see the neighbour's tiny wife,
you are there waving at me,
writing your own history.
Balloons are blown,
balloons are burst,
why do I always think of the worst.
There is no-one I could stand except the boy that plays in a band.
Postman Pete and milkman Moe,
prostitute is taking a blow,
preachers wife is not aware her man is having an affair.
What a lovely weather it is,
it'll rain,
I wish,
children playing on the grass,
we can see their bare ass.

Good,
can do you no good,
no good,
good,
I can do you no good.

People are just what they seem,
my home town is not a dream,
take my word I'm still alive,
worst than this is hard to find.
As the sun slowly goes down,
on my face you'll see a frown.
I'm happy when I get some sleep,
cuz in my dreams I'm not a freak.

Good,
can do you no good,
no good,
good,
I can do you no good.

Driving with my little bike I see the neighbour's tiny wife,
you are there waving at me,
writing your own history.

Good,
can do you no good,
no good,
good,
I can do you no good.
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