LYRICS

FLAT

Sitting in my flat at the midnight hour Wilting in my room like a dying flower My days are all grey and my nights are black Crying in my sleep cos my hair’s gone flat For my crimpers are bust And my hairspray’s gone And I dare not walk into town for none For the people will scoff if I let them see And the girl across the road won’t fancy me If it wasn’t so late, I’d phone my Mum And I’d get her to go to the shop for some But the shops are all shut And my phone is broke And it’s seventeen years since we last spoke I could find another way to make it spiky Find another method but it don’t look likely I could try the shoe polish or the margarine But they’ll only make it flatter Than it’s ever been So I’m gonna take a knife to my ugly Barnet Shave it all off and shove a bag upon it Then I’m gonna run away to a windswept cliff And take a running jump right off of it But I’m gonna have to wait Till the ruddy morning When the trains start running And the rain stops falling What’s the point of going out In this pitter-patter? If my hair’s flat now It will only get flatter in the rain In the rain It will only get flatter in the rain In the rain In the sickening, boring rain, rain, rain AAAAAAAAHHH! Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh! Oh God! Aaaahhh! Oh Jesus Christ! Aaaaaaaahhhh! The horror The horror The horror

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