A man sobs down the ward
He says, "Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
It must mean I'm really a girl
I need a photo-opportunity
I want total validation
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard"
Notetaker, notetaker
Nurses on night shift
Guarding the women's door
She's an emailer, emailer
Get data logs away from me
You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
I will be your bodyguard
I'll say you're my favourite girl
I can call you Bethy
And Bethy, when you call me
You can call me Searle
Call me Searle
A man sobs down the ward
He says, "Why am I short of attention?
Got to get me some more attention
And whoa, my tribunal's so long
Where's my wife and posse?
What if I die here?
Who'll be my validator?
Now that my validation is gone, gone"
He made some notes contemporary
With some sixth-best choice photoshop
All along, along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
I will be your bodyguard
I'll say you're my favourite girl
I can call you Bethy
And Bethy, when you call me
You can call me Searle
Call me Searle
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's a Queered World
Maybe it's his first time around
He can't control the language
He's facing Naomi
He is a real woman
He is surrounded by the sound, sound
Women in the locker room
Pre-judging investigations
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the EDI leads
Spinning in infinity
He says, "Avoiding me is violence."
I will be your bodyguard
I'll say you're my favourite girl
I can call you Bethy
And Bethy, when you call me
You can call me Searle
Call me Searle