Ugly Head - Marc Almond, The Willing Sinners

Oh I bet your life

Youre sick of the sight

Of those eat in, take out, throw up pizza bars

Loves just got to pass your way in time

You smell of prison, smell of crime

I just didn’t want to say I told you so Someone called hey yesterday boy!

Take your well worn body away from my sight

Friends run like rats from a sinking ship

Leaving you naked to the night

Now youre known as the last resort

By the vultures on the make

They say

You have to eat the hamburger

To appreciate the steak

You always feel the sting of words

As children are so cruel

They called you ugly, ugly head

When you were at school

Youve tried to make the best of things

But it seems youve given in They call you ugly, ugly head

Something makes you feel the living sin

Things must feel so insecure

When youre on your last legs

Youre swimming in the coffee pot

Drowning in the dregs

But you haven’t got the sense to die

(or get a decent job)

To look into a mirror

Or at the very worst some kind of god

You need something to believe in I just wish it was yourself

Try to summon up the guts

To rectify your ailing health

For theres something round the corner

Waiting just out of sight

Thatll stop you feeling low and limp

And naked to the night

You always feel the sting of words

As children are so cruel

They called you ugly, ugly head

When you were at school

Youve tried to make the best of things

But it seems youve given in They call you ugly, ugly head

Something makes you feel the living sin

Ugly, ugly, ugly

Ugly, ugly, ugly

Ugly, ugly, ugly

Ugly head!