Mind in Pocket
Bob Geldof, Pete Briquette
Say what you want
Stuffed air, muggy, thunderous July
Snatches of human drum 'n' bass rolling by
Noise intrudes into my interesting mood
Over half-read books
And half-eaten food
Upstairs they're staging the usual riot
But I'd prefer it to the silence
I'm more afraid of quiet
I need the cities shrieks
This night of urban charms
There's people on the street
Dancing to their car alarms
Put your mind in your pocket
Put your pocket
Where your mouth should be
Talk to a totally nude girl for a dollar
I'm in a topless mood
But my dick can't be bothered
I want to speak to a fully clothed person
For free I think
But I'm not really certain