Oh, beautiful star of Bethlehem. Shinning far through shadows dimmed. Giving the life for those who long have gone. . Guiding the wise men on their way.
I see everything working out. I see you breaking down,. Like bad reception coming in. I'm coming clean again. I see everything crashing down,. Like lightning bolts from the sky.
we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up. we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights. the room spins as i watch you turn.
Again we took a step back. And I can't stand it anymore. A waste of time that's all it was. We should have realized it. The same old story written new.
Got a reason to live, got a reason. For brains, butterflies for brains. . That's it. Whizz bang butterflies for brains. She's got. Whizz bang butterflies for brains.
Fill green envelopes and send them to ya. On train ride, read Marx tracts. Play walkmans loud behind ya. Demonstrate on Oxford Street. About what the Hell they couldn't tell ya.
First off. you've got ze answer. . [Misereen] all its skin. . Bug day. Bug day. . Midges - midges hovered over the heather. 3 moths shivered. Green moths shivered.
Something happened in Bremen, I know. Something I don't want to. Something under the ceiling muttered. Something in its steel shutters. . Underlining my usual timing.
Consumed with premonition. Of trouble on horizon. By my remarks I was certain. I was destined persecution. . But then I took a chase after the Bournemouth Runner!.
All those whose mind entitles themselves,. and whose main entitle is themselves,. shall feel the wrath of my bombast!. . Clanging in my heart.. Bastard! Idiot!.
Veins on leaves. A cat of kings. A mouthful of seed. A strand of beads. An hour of lust. A bucket of trust. It's time to rest. My shiny things. Pull them off.
Hey woman hey you you do you know why I hate you baby?. Because you make make me hate you baby. You maladjusted little monkey you. . I hate you with a passion you know I do baby.
Unfortunately I'm coming from a bad end. And I'm destined for a bad end. . But hanging around with you is like blood outta stone. Getting stuff outta youse is like blood outta stone.
Had a birthday yesterday, she cried.. Took off her glasses, let her hair down, and sighed.. She told them all at work, about her day.. How is it no one came? Woe, woe..
Last week after "Dynasty". I had crows feet under my eyes. Paid two days for getting high. . Freezing. Wheezing. Got pasted in a bar. I hope I've got the number.
Two swans in front of his eyes. Colored balls in front of his eyes. It's number one for his Kelly's eye. Treble-six right over his eye. A big shot's voice in his ears.
The car is at the roundabout. The policeman is at the roundabout. But I'm full of surprises now. And my friend, he said I'm full of surprises now. Let me tell you about scientific management.
They're always hitting on me. But I'm getting thin. From waiting on. They just want me to be. . Behind the counter. The hen centre. Was always picking on me.
Out of England, I dream of it's green memory. When I'm there I dwell on Saxony.. In Turkey when I've been due to World War I. Istanbul is the place 'cos of my birthday..
Shhhh. We are private detectives onward back from a musical pilgrimage. We work under the name of the Fall.. Who would suspect this?. It is too obvious..