I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel
I terminate at Bethnal Green
I'd shake hands with the devil

To get where I want to be
Because I feel my soul
Swell through my brain

And spit tears out my eyes
When I hit the refrain


And lately I just daydream
A social outcast in my tower
If only all men had the courage

They too could be cowards
They could feel their souls
Swell through their brains

And spit tears out their eyes
Again and again
When they hit the refrain

But mother I'm not so academic
I'm not so academic but I love


I'm a rogue, saint and a scoundrel
I spend my days on the echoing green
Come thunder frightening

Or dumb white lightning-flooded
Couldashouldawouldofbeens
Out of control

Out of sync
Everywhere but the bowl
Everywhere but the kitchen sink

Mother I'm not so academic
Mother I'm not so academic but I love