I've got no religion
I've got no philosophy
I've got a head full of ideas and words that don't seem to belong to me

You may be joking but I don't get the gag
I sense no future
But time seems to drag

No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give

I've got no illusions
I've had no epiphany
Why should anybody listen to me

She said, "I'm tearing up the sheets that your love letters stained
All of your magic powers have drained"

No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give

Here's a line in the sand
A word or two in the aftermath
I'm an arrow that shoots up and down
On an advertising graph

I could write you verses and recite more than one
But they're not worth the paper that they're written on

No time for this kind of love
No flag waving high above
No sign for the dark place that I live
No God for the damn that I don't give

We want everything and we don't want to share
Outer space for the faces we fear

I look in the mirror and see who I used to be
Made out of plastic in a factory

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Writer(s): Elvis Costello