Smuggling across the rocky bay,. The island coast is out of sight,. Over the border we've got away,. Naval forces abandon the chase.. . Atlantic winds now rage, pulling us out to sea,.
The station was so dark, so quiet and still,. There was nothing in the air, the air was bracing,. Christmas day had past he was coming home your loved one..
It's just one more day no one said. There would be rain again. Won't blame it on myself. I'll blame it on the weatherman. . Get away for a while. Here I am out on my own again.
*Three telephone rings*. . Santa: Ho, Ho, Ho, I'm not in right now so please leave a jolly Christmas. message after the music.. (play jingle bells in phone sound).
If I seem a little jittery I can't restrain myself. I'm falling into fancy fragments - can't contain myself. I'm gonna breakdown - breakdown yes. . Now I can stand austerity but it gets a little much.
Yeah, well, I say what I mean. I say what comes to my mind. I never get around to things. I live a straight, straight line. . You know me, I'm acting dumb.
My aches are all aching. Opportunities taken. I'll be alright in a minute. It's funny though innit. The way that it happens. . Sick and tired of this love thing.
Standing around staring into space. Trying to see what's going on inside you. Shouts from the crowd well that's just not allowed. Take a look at what they made you do.
They say the best things in life are free. But now I'm not so sure. Something has crawled right in my mind. And opened up the door. Now and then it seems so strange.
You help me sing my song. Now it's easy to carry on. And it won't be long before I'm back with you. I'm back with you. . The things you make me do now.
Something has gone wrong. We're losing all our rights. Everyone is blind. Everything has changed. Moving every day. Towards a police state. Secret government.
I was walkin' down around Venice way. Los Angeles. Oh big California. A man came up to me. About 40, gay. I say. "Go away...OK...No way...AGGGHHHHHHHGH".
I was walkin' down around Venice way. Los Angeles, oh, big California. A man came up to me about 40, gay. I say, "Go away okay no way agghh". Butthole surf [unverified].
Imagine..your father was naked and you had just fallen through the ceiling into a room full of soft-moist eyeballs.. I can tell you, but my mind keeps fading away..
Alright what are we doing here? Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.. aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!. You're workin and you already stinks like a finger,. Roller Coaster lovely hair.
This could be so fun. I might just like it. I might just love it. I might get busy. I might get lonely. I just don't know yet. Can't wait to find out.
You know that feeling. Bright red and seizing. Every word that you said. (Did you mean it. Did you mean it all?). . There it goes to my head. (You be careful.
All I need is a bitter song to make me better. Much better.. All I need to write is a bitter song to make me better. Much better.. . Mmmm Mmmm Mmm. Mmmmm mmmm mmmm.
There's a gun on the table and it's pointing at me. Come out Mr. Rebel take a walk and see. Out in the fields brothers crying from the crowd. Inside the walls the man is calling them down.