Songtext Anyone else but Jacob Diefenbach

Anyone else but

I know what you think,
I'm calling for money -
And you'd be right!
Isn't it funny how I still come crawling to Mummy?

So how are the dogs
And how is the kitty?
I'm feeling cheap
So I'll say something witty.

Living's a bitch in this big city.

I suddenly find I want to be like them,
Jogging at dawn, strong in the morning.
On their way up, a mover and shaker;
I don't know much, but I can fake it.

Keep the fire burning.
Keep your special secrets safe for anyone else but me.

Then I'd get promoted and throw a party,
With fruity cocktails in the back yard(y);
The perfect mix of "laid-back" and "arty" -
And kick it off with shrimps on the barbie.

I know what you think,
I don't eat seafood.
So if that's true
Then it's all kind of see-through.

I'm dressed to kill. "Please to meet you."

I suddenly find I could be like them;
Chair of the board, making the orders.
You were top of the class, son of a doctor.
You were set-up boy, whatever stopped you?

Keep the fire burning [so cut up, so cut down]
Keep your special secrets safe for anyone else but me.

I wish I was one of them good Christian men
Who went to church each Sunday
And believed in God,
And believed in hell.

It's so easy to sell to all the lonely, angry people.

I suddenly find I'm nothing like them,
Scrounging for cash; late for work;
Clothes on the floor; mould in the shower.
I've got a spray, but no will power.

Keep the fire burning [so cut up, so cut down]
Keep your special secrets safe for anyone else but me.