I could
I could say
I could say or do
just whatever I like
You would
You would not
You would not answer
That's alright
I can't believe in the mourning of your silence
You know the truth
You will never cut the threads of your reliance
You can
You can deny
You can deny that I was anything to you
But I know
I know in my mind
I can see the scars
The scars I've left on you
I can't believe in the mourning of your silence
You know the truth
You will never cut the threads of your reliance
And we'll pass in the street
You can try and cover it up with whatever you like
Lipstick, mascara that kind of thing
You won't fool me; you won't anyone
They'll take one look at you and they'll know the kind of person they're dealing with
You can laugh about it
You can pretend you weren't involved
But you know what went on in that room that night
You know what was said
And you know you'll never forget
I hate the sight of the face I have destroyed through our alliance
I won't forget how young I once was
And how much I loved your eyes
So the bedroom becomes a funeral parlour once again
See the corpse of former feeling laid out stiff and white for all to see
So this is the end
But we'll still be good friends won't we?
We'll still be good friends won't we?
We'll still be good friends won't we?!
Goodbye
Apparently written at the first rehearsal with Russell in 1983, this is widely regarded as the worst song Pulp have ever released. A 1984 demo of this song was bizarrely chosen as a B-side to the 1987 single Master of the Universe, despite the fact that arguably far better unreleased material was available (e.g. Maureen, Take You Back).
When it came to Fire re-releasing Pulp's back catalogue in the mid-90s, this was the only track that Jarvis could not countenance including – "I banned it from going on the Fire compilation, because it's terrible - I couldn't live with it being out. "