You just can’t sit still can you Pinky
Brown?
With ya hands twitchin’ and ya eyes rollin’ round,
You’d kill everyone in Brighton Town
Just to put to earth the evidence so that you can’t be found.

But what you don’t see Pinky is that
whenever you kill:
It’s like drinking away your debts - every drinks on the bill,
Your paranoia haunts you and you can’t sit still,
You can’t love Pinky Brown, you can’t hate, you can’t feel.

You can’t live in the present
‘cos your always looking ahead,
But if you look too far Pinky you’ll just see yourself dead,
Is that what you want Pinky or would you
prefer someone else to go instead?
How will you live with yourself in the future with the life that you’ve led?

So disillusioned, so cynical and
yet your hardly a man,
An’ you’ve got all the fogies twiddled ‘round your finger like the
rope in your hands,
But what puzzles me Pinky; what I struggle t’ understand
Is that your experience can’t see the lack of it in your disjointed plans.

You’ve got a desire for recognition -
to prove your worth
in Brighton, Pinky, in London, England, The Earth,
Have you had this for ever Pinky,
were you screaming at birth,
at your mother for your own inconsistencies, was your soul already
burnt?