Jo The Waiter - Gary Numan

Jo the waiter worked for me

Serving wine in basement bars

Only madmen ever stay, «got no time»

If you’re mindless please take mine

Jo the waiter held me close

Behind the door marked `gentlemen'

Just for now that’s all I need

Won’t someone call me `friend'?

Long gone, I recall good times

I must confess, I cried

We burned out and the line went dead

At six o’clock I felt so alone

I crawled inside, where else to go?

I could be dead for all you know

Everyday I died for you

Valium boys with painted eyes

Young men need love special

I don’t think I want it at all

Long gone, I recall good times

I must confess, I cried

Me, I’ve retired to a back street flat

Picture `eyes in a cold steel frame'

The freaks arrive, broken needles and blood

«What you on, man, to get those eyes?»

It’s very touching, I’m so close to me

False smiles I’ve rehearsed for days

Come inside, you won’t know I’m wrong

Give me your heart, I’m so quickly gone