You were not looking at me* I was handsome in all the wrong places Lost like an unknown island In a sea of bewildering faces You couldn't wait for both hands on the sore Straight down my throat with no violence Now everything's restored to silence Big talkin' photographers Make their way with your command Everyone's loving your pictures The world, the way you demand But then they will go (?) a show And the sun's erupted with violence Now everything returns to silence I will not listen to you My ears are just clams in a wave Hiding at the bottom of the ocean Where they hear not a word that you say Bottom feeder, plenty of food Far from the noise and the violence Now everything returns to silence