I ask you nicely
Get my face slapped under wraps
What´s going on precisely
Is there something wrong perhaps?

Surprise, surprise (surprise, surprise)
It´s more like a booby trap than a booby prize

Civil disobedience from a soldier with a dirty rifle
You´re loosening all the screws that hold the hinges of my life

Fat cats and army brats
Hep cats and dog tags pawing over girly mags

Pretty words don´t mean much anymore
I don´t mean to be mean much anymore
All I see are snapshots, big shots, tender spots
(1) mug shots, machine slots
(2) machine slots, mug shots
Till you don´t know what´s what
You don´t know what you got

Curious women running after curious men
Curiosity didn´t kill the cat
It was a poisoned pen
But there´s not much choice (it´s Hobson´s choice)
Between a cruel mouth and a jealous voice

Got back to London
Picked a paper from the mat
No words of consolation
Just cartoons and chitter chatter
Well well, fancy that
Millions murdered for a kiss me quick hat
No backbone, blood and guts
Better keep your big mouth shut

Pretty words don´t mean much anymore

I don´t mean to be mean much anymore
All I see are snapshots, big shots, tender spots
(1) mug shots, machine slots
(2) machine slots, mug shots
Till you don´t know what´s what
You don´t know what you got