He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead he wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really 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 personal 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 wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really 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 feelings" "I'm all surface tension present tension keeps you going gets you nowhere no pretension worst person singular" He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead he wants to cry till the stars in his eyes are dead Because the message is cheap and exhilarating now he's slobbering on the gla** a s**istic boy, having a world wide wa*k he says "well, that's very punk of me" "Nothing personal 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 wants to cry till the stars in his eyes are dead