Unpublished Critics lyrics

I`m just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose
I`m in a overcoarted way
A poet in a garret
You know some people say
Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl
I`m with the other lean and lear
My finger on the pulse
And my hand around a beer

(Refro:)
Ah, Ahh, well I don`t wanna know what`s going round here
Ah, Ahh, it`s just a matter of time, hold it under light
Ah, Ahh, I`ve got to get away, to get away, to get away

The singer in the band, he sweat on a pose
And he`s really such a jerk
Thinks he can call me stupid
Because he gets a lot of work
I`m standing in the background, got my arms on the fold
And every dog`s gonna have it`s day
The New Musical Express and my own 4-way P.A.

(Refro)

Well, I`ve been reading those biographies in paperback
I`ve got a death-wish that I can`t expalin
I`ve been working on the petulance
And the urchin took my name

(Refro)