by XTC / Terry And The Lovemen
Though your heart desires the things that money can buy Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes There's nothing out there for you, my dear There's nothing out there for you Let me tell you about the good things The good things I know your head is full of big ideas You ain't missing anything, have no fear I have touched the grass so green on the other side It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise There's nothing out there for you, my dear There's nothing out there for you Let me tell you about the good things The good things I know your mind lies in a glossy magazine I'll take a cloth and wipe away the sheen Then what you see is what you'll see, believe me! Remember all of those good things You know you can't buy all those good things