I want no more of violencenI want no more of thisnI caught a glimpse of heavan on the night we nearly kissednBut the lycanthrope walks easily where angels fear to tread -nI'll never be man enough for you, so I'll kick a can insteadnI'll kick a can instead, I'll kick a can insteadnnSun, rain, a clammy trainnTreading the shingle - it's always the samenSun, rain, an empty train -nI'm falling off of my feet againnnI want no more of violence, I want no more of thisnEvery time we talk, I feel the tragedy of our tryst:nBut the longing of the night gives way nTo the darkness of the dawnnI'll never be man enough for younAnd I wish I wasn't born, oh I wish I wasn't bornnI wish I wasn't born…nnSun, rain, a clammy trainnTreading the shingle - it's always the samenSun, rain, an empty train -nI'm falling off of my feet againnnSun, rain, a clammy trainnYou're so vain, oh you're so vainnSun, rain, an empty train - nI'm falling off of my feet againnI'm falling off of my feet againnI'm falling off of my feet again…n