Momus
The Criminal
Like a schmuck without a string
Like a king without a guillotine
Or a fork without a fin
Or a chair without a brain
A computer without glycerine
Like a skeleton that dances
In a coat of human skin
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal

Like a car without a flute
I'm unable to commute
I'm unable to enthrall, my love
When you ask me what I've lost
What the loss of you has cost
I'm inclined say it all, my love
So I'm wandering through Paris
In a suit of gold
And wondering why I'm cold
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal

Like a tongue without a vice
Like a once without a twice
Like a fish without a bicycle
I am wandering through Paris carrying an imaginary gun
And murdering everyone
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal
Like a vamp without a claw
Like a man with hands of straw
I have wondered what I'm for, my love
Puffing on my small guitar
Playing on a large cigar
As I wander through the war, my love
Like a dog without a rock
A giraffe without a cock
A kiss without a kick
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal