Robyn Hitchcock - Wax Doll lyrics

Son, there are mirrors here -
Watch your performing little whales
Or snip your harness off and take
Another walk around the bay
The way the English say "We only
Mustn't grumble in the end"
A needle in your back, an
Arrow in your heart, you smile

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

It cramps your handwriting and dulls
What little style you have
You cast your mind back to
Professionals like Alan Breeze
Who sees the windows freeze and
Hands around the keys
"Unlock yourself, " he says
But no one ever does except for Jacob Lurch
And Mr moose and Dandy
Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?
Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

Son, there are breakers here - your living
Room it glides across the sea
Or high above the waves
The wrinkled little waves you cannot smooth
We travel everywhere
We're gonna take the suburbs to the stars
If I was man enough, I'd come on your stump
If I was man enough, I'd come on your stump
But don't you know
This is the Home Counties?

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?
Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?
Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?

What you say, what you do
What you say, what you say, what you say
What you do, what you do, what you do