Stars Lyrics - Buzzcocks

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

He is poised to a very strange degree 

Wrapped up in emotional imagery 

Small and senseless on an alter ego trip 

He wants to alter your every ego trip 

Nothing special, nothing to see me 

Nothing doing, nothing with me 

Nothing much and nothing to do with me 

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

He is awash in competing theories 

He's glad to be out of the house 

It's that time of the evening 

I need to have some feeling 

I'm on the surface, tension, no pretension 

Keeps you going, gets you nowhere 

Present tense in the worst person singular 

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

Because the message is cheap and exhilarating 

Now he's slobbering on the glass 

A sexistic boy having a world wide wank 

He says well that's very punk of me 

Nothing special, nothing to see me 

Nothing doing, nothing with me 

Nothing much and nothing to do with me 

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead 

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead) 

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are dead