(intro) I remember piano lessons The hours in freezing rooms Cruel ears and tiny hands Destroying timeless tunes She said there's too much out there Too much already said You'd better give up hoping You're better off in bed (coro) (Take your hands off my land) Credit me with some intelligence (if not just credit me) I come in value packs of ten (in five varieties) () You don't need much to speak of No class, no wit, no soul Forget you own agenda Get ready to be sold I feel now like Christine Keeler Sleepwaking in the rain I didn't mean to lose direction I didn't want that kind of fame () And even though I got it all now My only stupid dream I see you and me together And how it should have been I remember piano lessons Now everything seems clear You waiting under streetlights For dreams to disappear