The Operation

You fight with your right hand and caress with your left hand
Everyone I know is sick to death of you
With a tear that's a mile wide in the kite that you're flying
Everyone I know is sick to death of youEver since you don't look the same
You're just not the same, no way
You say clever things and you never used toYou don't catch what I'm saying when you're deafened to advice
Everyone here is sick to the back teeth of you
With a tear that's a mile wide in the kite that you're flying
Everyone here is sick to the tattoo of youEver since you don't look the same
You're just not the same, no way
You say pleasant things and there is no need toStill, you fight with your right hand
And caress with your left hand, ooh oohSad to say
How once I was in love with you
Sad to sayYou don't catch what I'm saying
When you're deafened to advice, ooh oohEver since you don't look the same
You're just not the same, no way
What the hell have they stuck into you?