From 12" Single : She's Got Claws (1981)
Exhibition
Applicant, I am
Clean young flesh
Cubicles, we merge
And me so decent
Lock up my vehicle
Crack my walls
I'm stealing your words
And me so honest
Someone took pictures
Just look at her go
Her presence exhausting me
Like spectators we are
I have no address
Who are you
Kiss my arse goodbye
The show grows rusty
Simulate phone call
Face to face
Newspaper loose talk
You wreck my dreams
Exhibit 'A' God
So few of us left
Exhibit 'B'God
The problems of death
Old sex, unclean
Do you need the moon?
Recall no names
Don't ask 'How are you?'
Where's my attendant?
And where is my wife?
Wait in the doorway
While I say goodnight
He looks like me
(P) 1981 Beggars Banquet