Throbbing Gristle

Hey boy, he's looking at you Too late to run, so fun to make fun Travel light, be that light Don't you fight with me With me Kept you, baby Wanna paint your face I hope she doesn't think she's pretty 'Cause she ain't I hope she doesn't think she's pretty 'Cause she ain't Well hey, hey, look at me The more hell I raise Everyone has to be not me now Does it hurt to hear your mother cry? What do you feel? Nothing You fade so far away From the home we made So far away You fade so far away From the home you made