Xtc: "Bull With Golden Guts" Lyrics

Difficult age

You're just fourteen

And you're not friends with your body

Painfully thin

Look at your skin

Play with yourself for a hobby



How can they love a man who does that to himself?



Difficult age

Turn on the page

Have that wee drink in the meantime



Difficult age

Now you're eighteen

Here's all the freedoms you wanted

All the best clothes

A looker who goes

The size of your wage packet flaunted



How can they love a man who does that to himself?



Difficult age

Turn on the page

And have that wee drink in the meantime



Difficult age

He's twenty-nine

Thirty just lurks 'round the corner

Settled for life

Nice kids and wife

Pull out a plum like Jack Horner



Difficult age

Turn on the page

Have that wee drink in the meantime



Difficult age

Now thirty-eight

And you're not friends with your body

Wish you were thin

Look at your skin

Wasting yourself for a hobby



How can they love a man who does that to himself?