Long Face 
    (Difford/Tilbrook) 
      Iíd lost the plot and roamed around 
      Looked in the shops and hit the town 
      My head was stuffed with words and aches 
      I felt so rough and out of shape 
      The clouds puffed up like bags of sweets 
      Thatís just my luck, I couldnít eat 
      My guts were full of churning fear 
      With so much bull I had to clear 

      When she said stuff yourself, donít be a clown 
      Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town 
      Whatís this long face that keeps on 
      Hanging around 

      She wouldnít say, I couldnít tell 
      Was this the day Iíd go to hell 
      I sulked around in such a mood 
      Until I found the one Iíd screwed 
      And then it came as clear as mud 
      I was the pain that boiled the blood 
      And saw the faults where there were none 
      Deep in the vaults where love begun 

      When she said stuff yourself, donít be a clown 
      Paint your wagon and take yourself right out of town 
      Whatís this long face that keeps on 
      Hanging around 
      Then she said get a grip and shake this mood 
      Get a life and find yourself some attitude 
      Whatís this long face that keeps on 
      Hanging around

      (c) 1995 EMI Virgin Music Ltd.


  • FROM THE ALBUM: Ridiculous.