Boys Don’t Cry

Studio album/compilation released 5 February 1980

I would say I’m sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I have said too much, been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
‘Cause boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness, plead with you
But I know that it’s too late
And now there’s nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
‘Cause boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

I would tell you that I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it’s no use
That you’ve already gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more, more, more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
‘Cause boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry
Boys don’t cry

Plastic Passion

Plastic passion is a hard to handle
Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
Oh, it’s a plastic passion
It’s a plastic passion
Plastic passion is the lady’s lover
Plastic passion is the marble mother
Oh, it’s a plastic passion
It’s a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a diamond delight
Plastic passion is the nadir of night
Oh, it’s a plastic passion
It’s a plastic passion
It’s a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
Plastic passion is a transparent tart
Oh, it’s a plastic passion
It’s a plastic passion
Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
The plastic passion is murdering me
Oh, it’s a plastic passion
It’s a plastic passion
It’s a plastic passion

10.15 Saturday Night

10.15
On a Saturday night
And the tap drips under the strip light
And I’m sitting in the kitchen sink
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

Waiting
For the telephone to ring
And I’m wondering where she’s been
And I’m crying over yesterday
And the tap drips
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

(It’s always the same)

Accuracy

(Cherish this moment)

(Feel safe)

We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you the wrong lines
Feed you
Accuracy
Accuracy

Look into my eyes
We both smile
Kill you
Without trying
That’s accuracy
Accuracy
Accuracy

(An observer’s refrain)

Accuracy
Accuracy
Practice all day for accuracy
Mirror mirror on the wall

Object

You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don’t try to talk to me
I won’t listen to your lies
You’re just an object in my eyes
You’re just an object in my eyes

Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don’t try to fool me
‘Cause I can see through your disguise
You’re just an object in my eyes
You’re just an object in my eyes

But I don’t mind
Just don’t care
I’ve got no objections
To you touching me there

Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object

You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And I want you
But don’t try to hold me
‘Cause I don’t want any ties
You’re just an object in my eyes
You’re just an object in my eyes

But I don’t mind
No, I just don’t care
I’ve got no objections
To you touching me there
You’re just an object object
You’re just an object object
You’re just an object object
You’re just an object object
Object object
You’re just an object object
You’re just an object object
You’re just an object

Jumping Someone Else’s Train

Don’t say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won’t leave any trace
It’s always the same
You’re jumping someone else’s train

It won’t take you long
To learn the new smile
You have to adapt
Or you’ll be out of style
It’s always the same
You’re jumping someone else’s train

If you pick up on it quick
You can say you were there
Again and again and again
You’re jumping someone else’s train

It’s the latest wave
That you’ve been craving for
The old ideal was getting such a bore
Now you’re back in line
Going not quite as far
But in half the time
Everyone’s happy
They’re finally all the same
Because everyone’s jumping
Everybody else’s train

Jumping someone else’s train
Jumping someone else’s train
Jumping someone else’s train

Subway Song

Midnight in the subway
She’s on her way home
She tries hard not to run
But she feels she’s not alone
Echoes of footsteps
Follow close behind
But she dare not turn around
Turn around
Turn around

Killing an Arab

Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the Arab on the ground
See his open mouth
But I hear no sound

I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m the stranger
Killing an Arab

I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing

I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m the stranger
Killing an Arab

I feel the steel butt jump
Smooth in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring at myself
Reflected in the eyes
Of the dead man on the beach
The dead man on the beach

I’m alive
I’m dead
I’m the stranger
Killing an Arab

Fire in Cairo

Slowly fading blue, the eastern hollows
Catch the dying sun
Nighttime follows
Silence and black
Mirror pool
Mirrors the lonely place
Where I meet you

See your head in the fading light
And through the dark your eyes shine bright

And burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like fire
Burn like fire in Cairo

Shifting crimson veil, silken hips
Slide under my hand swollen lips
Whisper my name
And I yearn
You take me in your arms
And start to burn

F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
Then the heat disappears, and the mirage fades away

F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O
F-I-R-E-I-N-C-A-I-R-O

Burn like fire, burn like fire in Cairo
Burn like a fire in Cairo, burn like a
Fire, fire, fire, fire
Blaze like a fire in Cairo, blaze like
Fire, fire, fire, fire, flare
Burn like fire, burn like fire in Cairo

Another Day

The sun rises slowly on another day
The Eastern sky grows cold
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

Something, something holds me
Holds me hypnotized

I stare at the window
Stare at the window
Waiting for the day to go
Winter in water colours
Shades of grey

Grinding Halt

(1 2 3 4)

No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything’s coming to a grinding halt

No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people

Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything’s coming to a grinding halt
Everything’s coming to a grinding halt

Slow down
Slow down
No people
Slow down
Everything’s coming to a
Everything’s coming to a
Everything’s coming to a
Everything’s coming to a

World War

Dressed in Berlin black
I was only playing
Disguise my words to fool you
From what I was saying
Mud trench
Meat stench
The fatherland is looking on
Grip you in a luger lock
This will be the big one

World war
No one would believe me
No one’s a winner
No one’s a loser
Just a dead friend

Heaven heaven
Give me pride
Give me a golden hand
Smash them with an iron rule
Spit them out like sand
Sit and wait
Then run like hell
Run like hell one time again
Sow the seeds of hate
Underneath destruction

World war
No one would believe me
No one’s a winner
No one’s a loser
Just a dead friend
World war
No one would believe me
No one’s a winner
No one’s a loser
Just a dead friend

Three Imaginary Boys

Walk across the garden
In the footsteps of my shadow
See the lights out
No one’s home
In amongst the statues
Stare at nothing in
The garden moves
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside the empty feeling
All the nighttime leaves me
Three imaginary boys

Slipping through the door
Hear my heartbeat in the hallway
Echoes round and round inside my head
Drifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me disappearing
Can you help me?

Close my eyes
And hold so tightly
Scared of what the morning brings
Waiting for tomorrow
Never comes
Deep inside the empty feeling
All the nighttime leaves me
Three imaginary boys sing in my
Sleep sweet child
The moon will change your mind

See the cracked reflection
Standing still before the bedroom mirror
Over my shoulder but no one’s there
Whispers in the silence
Pressing close behind me
Pressing close behind
Can you help me?
Can you help me?
Can you help me?