Stars - Buzzcocks

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He’s poised to a very strange degree

Wrapped up in emotional imagery

Small and senseless, on an alter ego trip

He wants to alter your every ego trip

Nothing special, nothing to see me

Nothing doing, nothing with me

Nothing much, and nothing to do with me

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He is awash in competing theories

He’s glad to be out of the house

It’s that time of the evening

I need to have some feeling

I’m all surface tension, no pretension

Keeps you going, gets you nowhere

Present tense in the worst person singular

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

Because the message is cheap and exhilarating

Now he’s slobbering on the glass

A sexistic boy, having a worldwide wank

He says «Well, that’s very punk of me!»

Nothing special, nothing to see me

Nothing doing, nothing with me

Nothing much, and nothing to do with me

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are dead