Give Me What I Need

Poetry and laughter, how frivolous the sound / Where imminent disaster and misery abound / Les Fleurs du Malcontent lie strangled in the weed / You may never know what I want, but I know what I need. / A victim by profession; blame it on the girl / With the vacant possession of the sedentary world / I believe in miracles, it's written in the creed / Immaculate connection. Give me what I need.



©John Cooper Clarke