She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge, she studied sculpture at
Saint Martin's College, that's where I, caught her eye. She told me
that her Dad was loaded, I said "In that case I'll have a rum and
coca-cola." She said "Fine." and in thirty seconds time she
said,
"I want to live like common people, I want to do whatever
common people do, I want to sleep with common people, I want to sleep
with common people, like you."
Well what else could I do - I said
"I'll see what I can do." I took her to a supermarket, I don't know why
but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there. I said pretend
you've got no money, she just laughed and said, "Oh you're so
funny." I said "yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in
here. Are you sure you want to live like common people, you want to see
whatever common people see, you want to sleep with common people, you
want to sleep with common people, like me." But she didn't
understand, she just smiled and held my hand. Rent a flat above a
shop, cut your hair and get a job. Smoke some fags and play some
pool, pretend you never went to school. But still you'll never get it
right, cos when you're laid in bed at night, watching roaches climb the
wall, if you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live
like common people, you'll never do what common people do, you'll never
fail like common people, you'll never watch your life slide out of
view, and dance and drink and screw, because there's nothing else to
do.
Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just
get you through, laugh along with the common people, laugh along even
though they're laughing at you, and the stupid things that you
do. Because you think that poor is cool.
I want to live with common
people, I want to live with common people etc...