| Looking for a friend, looking everywhere | |
| Walked along the boulevard, the boulevard of friends | |
| All those mild mannered friends I've got | |
| They're careless and they fall down | |
| All over the place, all over town | |
| I don't want them talking to me | |
| 'Cause I'm leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you | |
| Have to leave it, leave it, leave it up to you | |
| All the buildings are breaking down | |
| Like the whispering in your heart | |
| And it's sordid how life goes on | |
| When I could take you apart | |
| And if you give me half a chance | |
| I'd do it now, I'd do it now, right now, you fascist | |
| I know we could all feel safe like Sharon Tate | |
| We could give it all up, we could give, give, give it all up | |
| And the newspapers, oh the newspapers | |
| They'd be listening, listening to me giving it to you | |
| And the radio, what about the radios? | |
| They'd be listening to me giving it to you | |
| Right mama, damn right mama | |
| I hear hissing, I hear hissing in the distance | |
| I hear the tanks crawling | |
| They're crawling over the hill, they're crawling over the hill | |
| Like rattlesnakes in the desert sun | |
| They're blistering up my spell, they're blistering it up | |
| They're breaking it up, they're breaking up my spell | |
| And what else is there, what else have I got? | |
| What else have I got but that spell? | |
| Ah, leaving it, leaving it, I'm leaving it up to you | |
| Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it up to you | |
| Leaving it, leaving it, leaving it in the cloakroom for you | |
| I've got to give it up, I've got to give it up, give it up | |
| Up, up, give it up | |
| I can't take it |