No Place To Go (Whipping Boy)

Every moments precious, every moments dear They huddle and they whisper, make excuses, dissappear I awoke this morning from the middle of a dream And all I could remember was MTV screams "Everytime you're feeling fine, you know that it's a lie Everytime you're feeling fine you know it's closing time" We've got no place to go We've got no way of knowing We've got no place to go from here A mother stumbles, stutters on the way down to the pub Pregnancy she wished for being misunderstood So here's to the buggies, the prams, the empty cots The pregnancy she wished for the (something coloured) pots Everytime you're feeling fine, you know that it's a lie Everytime you're feeling fine you know it's closing time We've got no place to go We've got no way of knowing We've got no place to go from here We've got no place to go We've got no way of knowing We've got no place to go from here (maybe "I'm buried alive)