only a graze was the final phase
running out of breath
a travelling javelin stabbed him in the abdomen
he bled to death
the poor fool he found his feet
but left his face behind
in the happy house on nowhere street
with the pale blue bamboo blind


the trempling tongues he once enjoyed
talk behind his back
tell me he was self employed
he gave himself the sack
he's on the scrounge in the cocktail lounge
where once he wined and dined
a thousand eyeballs shake him down
from the pale blue bamboo blind


the music will continue
there is no way out
bone muscle and sinew
begin to move about
whip that sucker with a heavy back beat
you gotta be cool to be kind
who haunt the house on nowhere street
with the pale blue bamboo blind


he's hanging round the swimming pool
with a mental cigarette
he knows what keeps all women cool
he knows what gets 'em wet
wave on wave of body heat
frozen in his mind
far from the house on nowhere street
with the pale blue bamboo blind


he came in search of paradise
he even learned to drive
became a living sacrifice
to other people's wives
nobody seeks similar
with nothing much in mind
apply the house on nowhere street
with a pale blue bamboo blind

LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE