A million tiny lights are strung across the western sky. They burn to light our mission. But it's just a million lonely hearts. Strung out from never asking why.
Give me a Bud and a slice. And leave me alone. If I want your advice, I'll ask ya. They tell me that caviar's nice, but I wouldn't know. So what's it to you.
You got a lotta nerve. To say you are my friend. When I was down. You just stood there grinning. . You got a lotta nerve. To say you gotta helping hand to lend.
Keep'em comin' fellas, they're soundin' pretty good. . The river so white. The mountain so red. And with the sunshine over my head. . The honky-tonks are all closed and hushed.
I want you to know. How extraordinary you are and. How much I want you to have. Because of that.
What a dynamic entrance. Put a block on the words. This I hear on a train. We had salmon on a bus. At Epsom no races lost. We don't bet we just take ('tec).
Laughing now?. You happy now?. And see them all who bought KLF flats, KLF flats in the precinct. Pumpkin head escapes. Pumpkin head escapes. We're coming, we're coming, Leo.
Ba da ba da ba da ba daaa!. Late 20th Century was late and just said yes or no. And was mistaken for sarcasm, even belligerent. Now to fight!. . They're putting me away but I'll be back someday.
Is there anybody there?. Yeah!. . Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock. Rocky! Rocky!. Is quester psykick dance-hall. Step forward for. ESP medium discord. . My garden is made of stone.
Is there anybody there?. Yeah!. . Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock. Rocky! Rocky!. Is quester psykick dance-hall. Step forward for. ESP medium discord. . My garden is made of stone.
Is there anybody there?. Yeah!. . Rock Rock Rock Rock Rock. Rocky! Rocky!. Is quester psykick dance-hall. Step forward for. ESP medium discord. . My garden is made of stone.
Spit on the streets. Your heads and teeth. Got nowhere to go. other than shows. . Could never love. And the Psycho-Mafia. I'm talking about love. Psycho-Mafia.
Pink press threat!. Man with chip: I'm riding third class on a one-class train.. I'm cranked at nought like a Wimpey crane.. . I'm a pink prole threat..
You better listen. It's thin. It's a powder keg.. You better listen to me.. Take me home.. I don't want to go.. Take me back to the safe.. Know better..
Hey badges tinkle. T-shirts mingle. . Hey you horror-face!. I'm a printhead. I go to pieces. I'm a printhead. I go to pieces yeah. . End of catch-line.
Hey-ahmmmmmm!. Hup!. dictum:. shout! wey! [etc.]. convicts are out. and the security are in. i just can't seem to plug myself in. myself in. mob equals roam.
Everybody's going through changes. Everybody's got a bag of his own. Everybody's talking about places. That can only be found in the greater unknown. People are dying.
No current is waned. Where it wants to go. Some are only happy. In the throes of bitter arguments. . Ready and packed. To ride there by train ride. By plane ride.
It was not a concentration camp. Annihilation. A million dead here. (Annihilation). And still we believe. As ghost presence. . How does it show a dream.
Up the drain pipe. Rapid he did sprout. [Grey templates on us] he had to inflict. TV documentary that it produced. . When he whistled in the street. The men would turn around in fear.