Mind In Pocket - Bob Geldof

Stuffed air, muggy, thunderous July

Snatches of human drum 'n' bass rolling by

Noise intrudes into my interesting mood

Over half-read books

And half-eaten food

Upstairs they’re staging the usual riot

But I’d prefer it to the silence

I’m more afraid of quiet

I need the cities shrieks

This night of urban charms

There’s people on the street

Dancing to their car alarms

Put your mind in your pocket

Put your pocket

Where your mouth should be

Talk to a totally nude girl for a dollar

I’m in a topless mood

But my dick can’t be bothered

I want to speak to a fully clothed person

For free I think

But I’m not really certain