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