Polock - Hockney lyrics

We're tired from waiting for a chance Standing there with nothing new These things are tearing up your mind oh no They choose the same mediocre ideas Kind ladies with expensive coaches Lost their way Singing until setting sun Where do you belong? Keep asking for more oh girl Are they cruel or dumb? A hit from above goes off The chess board tells you that you won So make a wish and break a stone We worked so hard to see it grow countdown Those days are gone You're sitting next to pretty girls And think they need to learn some manners Close enough Take another plastic bow Where do you belong? Keep asking for more oh no Are they cruel or dumb? A hit from above goes off