Ugly children with poor complexions and greasy hair
Receive no concessions and it's a heartless world
And it's a thoughtless heartless world


Oh James, oh you're a terrible child, hide yourself away
From furnished accommodation with a view and window seat


You swear she really is the best thing that you have ever seen
But your heart is in the wrong place

Cover your face and despair yourself away
Oh you're impossible, James, hide yourself away


And it's a sin to be a saint, and you're impossible, James
And it's impossible to accept that she's impossible
And as a consequence you lock yourself away

And it's a crime to be alive and be alone and be content to be

Oh James, oh you're a terrible child, hide yourself away

And in the morning when you wake, nothing will have changed