don't leave your house

darling please do me the favour
don't shine your boots
burn all your jackets and your coats
don't open your door
ignore the door bell
and the telephone
don't open to the postman 
he will do you no good
darling don't open the door
you might get shot

darling please do me the favour
listen to what i'm saying
the world ain't no good
they're [all] raving lunatics out there
all those broken teachers and burned out clerks
they will do you no good

darling, o darling
darling don't leave your house
write letters
call your parents 
they won't see you anymore 
you don't need to visit them

darling don't leave your house
you might get shot

darling don't leave your house
you might get shot

the world ain't no good
they're all raving lunatics out there
keep your door locked
as if it was my cell
so darling don't leave your house
you might get shot

(c) clark nova 2001