Give Me What I Need
Poetry and laughter, how frivolous the sound
Where imminent disaster and misery abound
Les Fleurs du Malcontent lie strangled in the weed
You may never know what I want, but I know what I need.
A victim by profession; blame it on the girl
With the vacant possession of the sedentary world
I believe in miracles, it's written in the creed
Give me what I need.
John Cooper Clarke