I can’t lie on this bed anymore it burns my skin   You can take the truthful things you’ve said to me   And fit them on the head of a pin Poor Napoleon       You always look so disappointed when I take my stockings off   Don’t you know the facts of life boy   Don’t you know what these things cost?   She was selling stolen kisses to travelling salesmen and minstrel singers   You put a penny in the slot   She called you her magic fingers   Poor Napoleon       Poor Napoleon       I bet she isn’t all that’s advertised   I bet that isn’t all she fakes   Just like that place where they take your spine   And turn it into soapfla---akes   > Bare wires from the socket to the bed where you embraced that girl   Did you ever think there’s far too many people in the world?   One day they’ll probably make a movie out of all of this   There won’t even have to be a murder just a slow dissolving kiss   Poor Napoleon       So good night little schoolboy you’d better learn some self control Did you mess up your hairstyle pour scorn in your begging bo---owl Poor Napoleon