Lyrics:

Adam AntMarco Pirroni Happy as a punk in boystown No more talk about doing Going round the twist with heartbreak You're in need of protection Not from me but from yourself Going round the twist with heartbreak Big brother won't like it 'Cos you're one of life's takers Go tell the Spartans We're on Hell's eight acres. Walked with kings you know, self law Pencil skirts and that gear Going round the twist with heartbreak Crouched and trembling with hate Mixes both and dies both ways Going round the twist with heartbreak Just a little boy in a man's world Dying on his feet you see Going round the twist with heartbreak Busy fighting the inch war Paws and claws and black velvet Going round the twist with heartbreak