Paint a Vulgar Picture

At the record company meeting

On their hands, a dead star

And oh, the plans they weave

And oh, the sickening greed

At the record company party

On their hands, a dead star

The sycophantic slags all say:

I knew him first and I knew him well

Re-issue, re-package, re-package

Re-evaluate the songs

Double pack with a photograph

Extra track and a tacky badge

A-list, playlist

Please them, please them, please them

Sadly, this was your life

But you could have said no

If you wanted to

You could've said no

If you wanted to

BPI, MTV, BBC

Please them, please them

Sadly this was your life

But you could have said no

If you wanted to

You could have walked away

Couldn't you?

I touched you at the soundcheck

You had no real way of knowing

In my heart, I begged, take me with you

I don't care where you're going

But to you I was faceless

I was fawning, I was boring

A child from those ugly new houses

Who could never begin to know

Who could never really know

Best of, most of, satiate the need

Slip them into different sleeves

Buy both and feel deceived

Climber new entry, re-entry

World tour, media whore

Please the press in Belgium

This was your life

And when it fails to recoup

Well, maybe

You just haven't earned it yet, baby

I walked a pace behind you at the soundcheck

You're just the same as I am

What makes most people feel happy

Leads us headlong into harm

So in my bedroom in those ugly new houses

I danced my legs down to the knees

But me and my true love

Will never meet again

At the record company meeting

On their hands, at last, a dead star

But they can never taint you in my eyes

They can never touch you now

No, they cannot hurt you, my darling

They cannot touch you now

But me and my true love

Will never meet again