Tell me who knows, what’s the point of a romance, it’s like a burn to the back of the hand, just reminds me not to do it again.
Tell me who knows, what’s the point of a romance. It’s like a stab in the back, from the moment of your one night stand.
Tell me who knows what’s the point of a romance.

(Chorus) A final decision, I didn’t make this on my own. It’s too much like trouble, when somebody (a job) comes along. A final decision, I won’t make the same mistakes. ‘Cos who knows the point of it anyway.

Tell me who knows, what’s the point of a working life, you’re sweating hard from nine ’til five, and getting paid just enough to survive.
Tell me who knows, what’s the point of a working life. You give them forty years, they hardly notice when your desk is cleared.
Tell me who knows what’s the point of a working life.

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Tell me who knows, what’s the point of a family.
It’s Christmas day and it’s only me, they’re all too busy living happily. Tell me who knows what’s the point of a family.

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