Paroles: Who. Face Dances. Daily Records.

This could be suffering
This could be pleasure
I'm unaware of any difference

My head is agin'
My balls are achin'
But I'm not lookin' for deliverance

This could be letting on
This could be highly cut
I'm unaware of any difference

One says, "It can't be done"
Then somebody does it but
I'm not lookin' for equivalents

I just don't quite know how to wear my hair no more
No sooner cut it than they cut it even more
Got to admit that I created private worlds
Cold, sex and booze don't impress my little girls

Daily records
Just want to be making daily records
Try to avoid the bad news in the letters
Just wanna be makin' records
Play in, play out, fade in, fade out
Making records day in, day out

And they say, "It's just a stage in life"
But I know by now the problem is a stage
And they say, "Just take your time and it'll go away"
But I know by now I know I'll never, never change

I could be losin' you
I could be comin' through
I'm unaware of any difference

You still support me now
You love me anyhow
And I am still under your influence

We've had some years of hate
But now we're in the eights
I'm unaware of any difference

I need you even more
My money keeps me poor
I'm still amazed at your omnipotence

I look at baggy suits and leather capped with puke
I look at Richmond married couples denim look
I watch my kids grow up and ridicule the bunch
But when you are in bed with the whole world's out to lunch

Daily records
Just wanna keep making daily records
I can't exist no more in chains and fetters
Just wanna keep makin' records
Play in, play out, fade in, fade out
Making records day in, day out

Just wanna be makin' daily records