Recorded live at the Lime Street Bop, St George’s Hall, Liverpool. 28.7.1984
Got no morals. Out of my head. No tomorrows, better off dead than alive it’s said. I will run for cover, go for gold. I ran to mother or so I’m told. It’s all lies, blind lies, white lies, a pack of lies.
Weeping Jesus, help us through. You will appease us. Is that true? Is it true? It’s a lie. One million reasons to stay in bed. No earthly reason or so it’s said. It’s all lies, blind lies, white lies, a pack of lies
And I wait, I wait for morning light to disappear. And I hate to criticise the things you hold so dear. You’re all, you’re all I rate. The reason for no reason seems so clear. And you’re so called and I’m called nothing but a liar.