Lyrics:

There was a face on a hoarding that someone had drawn on
And just enough time for the night to pass by without warning
Away in the distance there's a blue flashing light
Someone's in trouble somewhere tonight
As the flickering neon stands ready to fuse
The wind blows away all of yesterday's news

Well, they've locked up their daughters
And they battened the hatches
They always could find us but they never could catch us
Through the grease-streaked windows of an all-night cafe
We watched the arrested get taken away
And that cigarette haze has ecology beat
As the whores and the drunks filed in from the street

'Cause the steam's in the boiler, the coal's in the fire
If you ask how I am then I'll just say 'inspired'
If the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side
Then you're better off dead if you haven't yet died

Ooh (Ooh)
Ooh
Ooh (La, la, la)
Ooh (la, la, la)

Ah
Ah
La-la-la-la-la...

'Cause the steam's in the boiler, the coal's in the fire
If you ask how I am then I'll just say inspired
If the thorn of a rose is the thorn in your side
Then you're better off dead if you haven't yet died

Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead
Better off dead