Bob Geldof
Mind In Pocket
Say what you wantStuffed air, muggy, thunderous JulySnatches of human drum 'n' bass rolling byNoise intrudes into my interesting moodOver half-read booksAnd half-eaten foodUpstairs they're staging the usual riotBut I'd prefer it to the silenceI'm more afraid of quietI need the cities shrieksThis night of urban charmsThere's people on the streetDancing to their car alarmsPut your mind in your pocketPut your pocketWhere your mouth should beTalk to a totally nude girl for a dollarI'm in a topless moodBut my dick can't be botheredI want to speak to a fully clothed personFor free I thinkBut I'm not really certain
From Letras Mania