Interpret:

Magazine

Album:

Play.

You turn pandemonium 
Into pantomime for one 
Twenty years ago I used your soap 
So what! 
You've got a name for it 
Yesterday goes on and on 
Inbetween the devil and the deep blue sea 


You thrash about in your room 
No space for thought 
Look no strings, look no strings 
No visible means of support 


Twenty years ago I used your soap 
How did you ever come to move a muscle in this space! 
The dollar's adrift 
Twenty years ago I used your soap