(Lyrics: Cohen, Recorded By Buffy Sainte-Marie). . God is alive, magic is afoot. God is alive, magic is afoot. God is alive, magic is afoot. God is afoot, magic is alive.
Sooner or later. you'll get tired. while we wait for the bomb. closer and closer. Give it to us. So far you've run. So far you've run. Sooner or later.
We were born by the Thames' running water, sons of the social disorder. Go to school, get a job, be a fool or a yob and prepare yourself for gaol. But we tired of the constant surrender to those with a hidden agenda.
From the streets of Aberdeen to the Brighton scene. There's something going wrong. From the woolacomb shore to the tots dance floor. They all shout "what's going on?".
And I came here to make you dance tonight. I don't care about my guilty pleasure for you. . And I don't even know. What kinda fool you're taking me for.
I'll make them good girls go bad. I'll make them good girls go. Good girls go. (good girls go). . I know your type. Yeah daddy's little girl. Just take a bite (one bite).
All my might is funeral flight. Tonight it glows for you. It's fueled with fire, a killing desire. For people you've screwed. . So what you feel now. It's coming.
Goodnight Georgie, goodnight grace. You know the sandman's on his way. Beating a path down the alleyway. Beginning to laugh in his favorite's place. .
Don`t wanna worry you baby. Don`t wanna bring you down. But if my love is too hot to handle. Let me know now. I`ve got this yearning inside me. And it`s running deeper than the night.
Will you be someone. Who leaves a mark. When your bones are long gone. And not just letters on a stone?. . Let me show you. What goes on in here when you're not there.
I woke up early in my hotel room. Waiting for my alarm to go. I think about the things I've gotta do. Damn, my mind is gonna blow. . I'm freaking out about what's ahead.
you don't yet realize that we are meant to be. outside i watch you secretly devising ways to lore you into my trap. like an animal stalking its prey. .
convicted, and i know i didn't do it. most likely this will take a while. depicted as a criminal influence. innocently doing time. i'm a goner. . each question only leads to more confusion.
There was a time when I was a little guy and the radio played. Took a broom for guitar. and pretending to walk down the stage. thought the people sang my songs.
Trying to track you down. Is catching up with me, can't you see?. Tourify this town. Make the dirt seem clean as can be. Carousel, come on. Chalk one up for speed; look at me.
Marigold. It doesn't matter what you're told. You wanna get swept away. Violins playing. . Come on kid, now. Don't you know, it never, ever comes to those.
Citizen King knows don't Argue. . Why must you record my phone calls?. Are you planning a bootleg LP?. Said you've been threatened by gangsters. Now it's you that's threatening me.
Imagination, baby, can take you far. Don't be afraid to come off slightly bizarre. It can be scary, baby, ghostly, I am. . I'm coming through like I'm the.
I come home in the morning light. My mother says when you gonna live your life right. Oh mother dear we're not the fortunate ones. And girls they want to have fun.
I hear you been coming around. I feel you just by the sound. I want you just like a pill. I feed you, need to just for the thrill. . Come undo me. Like the way you used to do.