Unpublished Critics (Remastered)

Well, I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose

I'm in an over-coated way

A poet in a garret, you know some people say

Standing at the bar line 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

Ah, ah-ah, well, I don't wanna know what's going 'round here

Ah, ah-ah, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light

Ah, ah-ah, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

The singer in the band, you know 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 gon' have its day

The New Musical Express and my own four-way PA

Ah, ah-ah, well, I don't wanna know what's going 'round here

Ah, ah-ah, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light

Ah, ah-ah, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

Well, I've been reading those biographies in paperback

I've got a death wish that I can't explain

I've been working on that petulance and the urchin took my name

Ah, ah-ah, well, I don't wanna know what's going 'round here

Ah, ah-ah, it's just a matter of time, hold it under light

Ah, ah-ah, I've got to get away, to get away, to get away

Oh, you know I've got to get away

Know, know, know, know

Know, know I've got to get away