Lyrics:
Running Off Over Next Doors GardenBefore The Hour Is DoneIt's More A Question Of FeelingThan It Is A Question Of FunThe Confidence Is The BalaclavaIm Sure Youll Baffle Em GoodWith The Ending Wreek Of Salty CheeksAnd Runny Makeup AloneOoohh Will Blood Run Down The FaceOf A Boy Bewildered And ScornedAnd Youll Find Yourself In A SkirmishAnd You Wish You'd Never Been BornAnd You Tie Yourself To The TracksAnd There Isnt No Going BackAnd Its Wrong Wrong WrongBut Well Do It Anyway Cause We Love A Bit Of TroubleAre You Pulling Her From A Burning BuildingOr Throwing Her To The SharksCan Only Hope The Ending Is A Pleasurable As The StartThe Confidence Is The Balaclava, Im Sure You Baffle Em StraightAnd Its Wrong Wrong Wrong, She Can Hardly WaitThats Right, He Wont Let Her Out His SightNow The Shaggers PerformAnd The Daggers Are DrawnWhos The Crooks In This Crime?Thats Right, He Wont Let Her Out His SightHow The Shaggers PerformAnd The Daggers Are DrawnWhos The Crooks Is This....Crime!Thats Right, He Wont Let Her Out His SightThats Right, He Wont Let Her Out His SightThats Right, He Wont Let Her Out His SightYou'll Be Able To Post Any Day Of The Most ??For The Sights Of All TimeYou Knew That He'd Be Trouble Right Before The Very First Kiss??She Asked You To Take It OffBut You Resisted And FoughtSorry Sweet, Please No Drama (?), Keep On The Balaclava.