A SNAIL ON A
RAZOR BLADE

I was watching TV the other night
When this bald-headed man
Who didn't give a damn
Talked of facing the horror
Like a snail on a razor blade
His words caught me unawares
Split my complacency like it were a dried pea
. . . I knew then I was wanker
I'd always beaten off on my own intellect
Trying to impress people
but I'd never faced my horror
Like a snail on a razor blade
The problem was that deep in my guts
I always wanted to be a performer
And go on stage and grow on a stage
And be a fucking star
Of course I was a freaked-out psychotic mess
That could never be happy - unless
I had a constant flow of adoration
From as many people as possible
I never had the courage to follow my instincts
I told everybody else to
But I never really had the courage myself
A voice inside me shouted
You're a performer, you're a natural
It's in your blood

No matter how loud the voice
I never let it take command
I mean, I was cool, I subdued it
. . . And I grew old

Anyway, this guy I hardly knew
Called me up and said
Hey-baby . . . you're a star!
Will you talk on stage
Will you be as brave
as a Snail on a razor blade
"I'd love to" I said
On an ego's whim
To me that's nothin at all!
I put down the phone
I shit a brick - I felt sick
I got angry and spewed out
All over my friends . . .
Much to their disgust
I decided to throw in the towel
I've had enough, "Performance" it ain't for me
I'm destined for anonymity
"Hold on baby" said the hardly-know friend
"You're committed, there's no way out"
"Your name's in the paper"
"You're gonna be a star?
"And live on a razor blade . . ."

So here I am for the first time
Looking at you . . . looking at me
While my insides fry in fear
I'll I'll I'll stutter and fall
And wait for your cat calls
Cause I know that you don't care
I want to win you over
all of you
I want you to love me
Forever . . .
I am just a snail on a razor blade
Facing the horror