Singer’s Hampstead Home

Got a heart shaped swimming pool
Broken heart and a swimming pool
Big house and a running joke
Big joke everybody can come and see

Pop songs and happy ends
You know they’re dead but you still pretend
The Planet Earth’s on the telephone
Say goodbye, say he wont be home, not ever

And the reign
Of the vain
Is a pain

Singer’s Hampstead home
Waiting for the blows to fall
They don’t hurt at all
Singer’s Hampstead home
Snoopers underneath the bed
Void in singers head

He’s crawling home to his golden bath
Drags his face on the gravel path
He only had blank lines to say
But he said them in a witty and stylish way

And the reign
Of the vain
Is a pain

Singer’s Hampstead home
Waiting for the blows to fall
They don’t hurt at all
Singer’s Hampstead home
Snoopers underneath the bed
Void in singers head

Singer’s Hampstead home
Going down the gospel road
With all the old frauds and bores
Singer’s Hampstead home
They will never have their fill
Of sliding down their sacred hill

And the strain
On the lame
Such a shame