Pretty Words

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 Mug shots, machine slots Machine slots, mug shots Until you don't know what's what You don't know what you got [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus]