Godley & Creme - Punchbag Lyrics
If I brought a note to schoolThat said my days were numberedThey'd leave meNumb and bleedingOr strangle me with jump-leadsMomma, momma, momma,In my worldThe birds don't singThe bells don't ringThe bicycle bells, the bicycle bellsMomma, momma, momma, Help me!I wish I could blendInto the backgroundI've no excuses for my lack of gutsLack of gutsWhat is it about meThat draws attention?Fourth form atrocitiesPunchbagCome and get it SocratesGot to hit backGet down on your kneesReady for the polythene bagI've never been a naturalAt physical thingsI've never been good at cross-country runningSince the first football hit me in the earLike a frozen cannonballAnd the knees buckledAnd stayed bentAnd the laughs cameAnd the nerve wentAnd "Dirty Jew"Was written on the blackboardFourth form atrocitiesPunchbagCome and get it SocratesGot to hit backGet down on your kneesReady for the polytheneReady for the polytheneReady for the polytheneBag treatmentRunning through the corridorsFar too many obstaclesBursting, burstingBursting for the crap I knowThey'll never let me haveFourth form punchbagOh God I wish that I wasThicker than I amAnd thinner than I amOh God I wish that I hadNormal earsAnd clearer skinI'm praying for the dayWhen handsome's outAnd ugly's inFourth form punchbagFourth form punchbagTo Jesus I prayFor strength to surviveYour Christian soldiersSmell bloodI torture myself in privateTo prepare me for the painI talk to myself in publicOn the buses and the trainMy father just ignores it'Cos it goes against the grainMomma, momma, momma, Help me!Fourth form punchbagFourth form punchbagBooming round the corridorsLike guadiamus igiturFourth form punchbagFourth form punchbagCanIPleaseGetUpNowNoWhen
