Punchbag Lyrics - Godley And Creme

If I brought a note to school 

That said my days were numbered 

They'd leave me 

Numb and bleeding 

Or strangle me with jump-leads 

Momma, momma, momma, 

In my world 

The birds don't sing 

The bells don't ring 

The bicycle bells, the bicycle bells 

Momma, momma, momma, Help me! 

I wish I could blend 

Into the background 

I've no excuses for my lack of guts 

Lack of guts 

What is it about me 

That draws attention? 

Fourth form atrocities 

Punchbag 

Come and get it Socrates 

Got to hit back 

Get down on your knees 

Ready for the polythene bag 

I've never been a natural 

At physical things 

I've never been good at cross-country running 

Since the first football hit me in the ear 

Like a frozen cannonball 

And the knees buckled 

And stayed bent 

And the laughs came 

And the nerve went 

And "Dirty Jew" 

Was written on the blackboard 

Fourth form atrocities 

Punchbag 

Come and get it Socrates 

Got to hit back 

Get down on your knees 

Ready for the polythene 

Ready for the polythene 

Ready for the polythene 

Bag treatment 

Running through the corridors 

Far too many obstacles 

Bursting, bursting 

Bursting for the crap I know 

They'll never let me have 

Fourth form punchbag 

Oh God I wish that I was 

Thicker than I am 

And thinner than I am 

Oh God I wish that I had 

Normal ears 

And clearer skin 

I'm praying for the day 

When handsome's out 

And ugly's in 

Fourth form punchbag 

Fourth form punchbag 

To Jesus I pray 

For strength to survive 

Your Christian soldiers 

Smell blood 

I torture myself in private 

To prepare me for the pain 

I talk to myself in public 

On the buses and the train 

My father just ignores it 

`Cos it goes against the grain 

Momma, momma, momma, Help me! 

Fourth form punchbag 

Fourth form punchbag 

Booming round the corridors 

Like guadiamus igitur 

Fourth form punchbag 

Fourth form punchbag 

Can 

I 

Please 

Get 

Up 

Now 

No 

When?