Newboys - 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