System, system, system - death in life. System, system, system - the surgeons knife. System, system, system - hacking at the cord. System, system, system - a child is born.
You can swear by who the fuck you like,. But you're still on the roof.. . I'm not gonna change the system,. They're not gonna change the system,. We're not gonna change the system,.
Do you really believe in Buddha? Buddha sucks. Do you really believe in Jesus? Jesus fucks. Chorus: Is it alright really? It is alright really?. Is it working?.
They ask me why I'm hateful, why I'm bad. They tell me I got things they never had. They tell me go to church and see the light. Cos the good lord's always right.
The true romance is the ideal repression. That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets. That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops.
Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.. We weave and spin a web of fantasy.. We touch on the pain and fear...... Then whisk you back to the consumer world..
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands. Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming. Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands.
Shaved women collaborators. . Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,. Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,.
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.. The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection..
I've been trying to forget you. But somehow I can't seem. To let you forget about me. 'Cause you've moved on to better things. . I've been lying in his gutter.
Six million next of kin. Ghost pale bone thin. Six million yellow stars. Holiday in cattle cars. Tattoo blue no more name. A different number but the same old pain.
The rain on the water floods my soul like a newborn baby with no control. But I know you're with me every waking moment and you'll always be here no matter how wrong I've done...
Hold on. I'm slippin' now. I'm flippin'out for real. So come on and take my hand. Oh grab my ass and smile. . We'll make it together baby. You and me.
(Oo-hoo, ah ah, ah ah). Here we go. . Ooh yeah, it's getting dark. Oh no, they've got an attitude that kills me (kills me). But then: Oh my, and there you are.
We want all very simple things. but we know very little. And so we get very complicated stuff. love and such, 'cause all in all we're beautiful. . How easily we fall in love.
Will you understand what I cannot say?. Will you read my thoughts on and on again?. Will you feel this way more and more and more?. Now who do you love now or on the whole?.
Got the right shoes. Got the right hair. Got tattoos everywhere. more piercings more dye. Jurassic clothes of increasing size. Preach acceptance and being free.
Spoken word has lost it's way again. Wondering through silenced apology. An untamed mouth has not held words not meant. And condescending eyes made shame to see.
I guess there's only one place to go from here. I think the options are clear anyway. I'm sure you're tired of waiting for me. To figure out where you fit in.