Rogue

Turning on the power at quarter to 3
Breaking up the hold of another routine
You haven’t got a reason, not even a clue
Screaming like a banshee 'cos it’s what you do
And your make-up's done just like the girl in vogue
And you’re telling all the boys you’re such a rogue
It’s just another night on the surgeon’s table
The need to come clean has been disabled
Voodoo on the jukebox — the devil’s routine
Beating at the faces staring back from the screen
You haven’t even eaten for a day or two
And sado-masochism doesn’t look good on you
And you’ve got all the words to stop the show
And you’re telling all the boys you’re such a rogue
It’s just another night on the surgeon’s table
The need to come clean has been disabled
And now you’re such a rogue