razzle dazzle

i don't have the time of day

i don't know what day i is

someone's falling on my head

get up:get up

we're going out on the raz

razzle dazzle

call it what you want

to me it don't matter

it's where i belong

it's a matter of distinction

a real fine line

between an orgy of destruction

and a wonderful time

this room's so cold and bare

there's nothing here for me

i've got to find some heat somewhere

get up:get up

we're going out on the raz

razzle dazzle

call it what you want

it really doesn't matter

when i'm bangin' on a gong

while someone's holding out

to a willing congregation

and we can all forget about

the state of the nation

can't hear a thing

but i see your lips are moving

i'm working on my thinking

and i think it's improving

i'm going to get the blame

so i might as well deliver

if only i can swim across

this weird human river

i know i started out

with the best of intentions

some blinding inspiration

and a few not-to-mention

and now i'm looking deep

into the last dying embers

shouting what are we doing here

and nobody remembers

i've lost a friend or two

i don't know where they have gone

only one thing i can do

get up:get up

i'm going out on the raz

razzle dazzle

call it what you want

to me it don't matter

it's where i belong

it's a matter of distinction

a real fine line

between an orgy of destruction

and a wonderful time