How can we (How can we) Make you understand (Make you understand) All you can be (All you can be) Is given in your hand (Is given in your hand) Oh you
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot? Shovelled up like muck Set the night on fire Wombles bleed truncheons and shields You know, I cherish you my
The ideal girl, in London from France Came over then left me, she left me entranced Now I have to get by once again on my own Nothing but memories So
If you get tired Of just hanging around Pick up a guitar And spin a web of sound And then you could be Strung out all day With lovers and clowns Now
If I have to go I will be thinkin' of your love Oh somehow you'll know You will know Thinkin' of your love Sadly they whispered away As I played the
A problem, becomes a problem When you let down your friends When you let down the people When you let down yourself Ohh, ooo, ooo, oo And only fools,
High register operational In the land of the gouging skiving sun Their bodies in the room, lad Never an honest day's work is done They call it the Tomblands
(Grosskopf/Weikath) A priest caught in lust Is roaming the red light Pays to indulge in his sins Body cry Each day he awakes And prays for forgiveness
I've been following Your minds instructions Oh how just to slowly, sharply screw myself to death Ah yes, there is a screw It's pointed at my head Then
You caught me in the middle dazed on the carpet I was following the lines that move like more snakes thinking Something ain't quite right You got the
If I get the call I will call across Radio America Right across America I will call Yes, I will call all across Radio America Right across America I will
From way far across the sea Came an Eritrean maiden she Had a one track mind and eyes funny Half blinded in a war With a pale young Anglican Who said
The boy looked at Johnny and said My word that was fun Oh when he did it with his hat on And a saddle and a gun Please slow motion eating your breakfast
You're walkin' like you never seen the light Since you're walkin' like it every night But I've never seen you dance And I've never heard you sing So how
I've got a little secret for ya Even now there's something To be proud about you Come up the hard way And they'll remind you every day You're nothing
I saw two shadow men on the Valance road Said they'd pay me for your address Oh I was so bold I said you see these two cold fingers These crooked fingers
Koreema knows that just what it is she does It can't be hard for her to get a buzz Down in the street below Hear the drunken archangel sing I know what
down in Albion they're black and blue but we don't talk about that are you from round here? how do you do I'd like to talk about that talk over gin in