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