There was chaos At the listening post In the Virgin Megastore The headphones fell In two unequal parts He almost took off her ear When he went to work, he stayed at work When he went home, he stayed at home He cherished his memories Until they fell apart His words would not stick to the pages His cheeks would flush As he travelled on cold mornings And stared at the breasts of strangers When he went to work, he stayed at work When he went home, he stayed at home He bought a coat That didn't cover him And shoes that were far too thin The things he bought from Argos He referred to as 'products' And it was some of these that did him in When he went to work, he stayed at work When he went home, he stayed at home Somewhere in a part Of a part of a city A television stands in a flat There is a chair That points directly at it And a still young man sits in that When he went to work, he stayed at work When he went home, he stayed at home