Rain on me, oh, friendly fire. (Smart bomb). Me an' Audrey gonna sing it for ya. (Smart bomb). A headache pill to die for. (Smart bomb). From all participating stores.
And every morning comes too soon. All your nights are sleepless. Poison arrows. To ruin your tomorrows. . Below suspicion. Cafes full of people dressed as spies.
One, two, three, four. Slap. . Fleet Street fell in love. But the girl proved hard to get. Took a seat at the old boy's club. But wouldn't share the bed.
This is the last one. Organize, occupy, kick the bastards out. Don't wear the gold lame. In keeping with the fashion for charity, not change. . Here's out contribution, we've called it Slag Aid.
I dont want to sing about anger and hate. I dont want to sing about fear and defeat. I dont want to sing about the things I always sing about. I wish I could sing about love.
All gathered 'round the 18th tee. With pringle and tartan and shooting sticks. Binoculars, poised, ready to use. Watching, waiting, there it goes!. Great shot!.
I heard that in the first world war. The soldiers called a truce. For a christmas game of football. Instead of fighting their pointless war. Instead of fighting their pointless war.
'Forward with Braitain!' with the Daily Mirror. 'The Facts Not The Fiction' boasts The Star. The fact is that attacks on Asians and Blacks. By people who read this racist crap.
Is it worth it?. A new winter coat and shoes for the wife. And a bicycle on the boy's birthday. It's just a rumour that was spread around town. By the women and children; soon we'll be shipbuilding.
(Chorus). Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. Hear nothing, see nothing, feel nothing, say nothing. L A U G H I N G laughing. L A U G H I N G laughing.
She's got all the friends that money can buy. She's the apple of her daddy's eye. . She's got all the friends that money can buy. She's the apple of her daddy's eye.
She's got all the friends that money can buy. She's the apple of her daddy's eye. . She's got all the friends that money can buy. She's the apple of her daddy's eye.
(Shake it, shake it). (Shake it, shake it). . Shake, baby, shake the memories away. (Shake it, shake it). Shake this grown up barbie doll of a day. (Shake it, shake it).
I don't know. I don't know. . Chain, chain, chain, chain. Chain, chain, chain, chain. . A cut-price empire, clean-cut lines. A perfect body and a dirty mind.
One. One day, one day of paradise. One day, one day of paradise. All truth is opinion, believe me. Discussion has become a privilege. Creativity is a salesman's PR exercise.
There'll be new events in seoul '88. Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot. Hurdling over barricades putting the brick. Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples olympics.
I always wanted to play. In the school football team. But the coach said I wasn't fast enough. I wasn't no good it seemed. I used to watch them practice.
But we spread more disease than all of the insects. By carrying our shit then spreading it by contact. When we shit on people we are shit on in return.
[Cover of Babylon Zoo's song]. . Spaceman. I always wanted you to go into space man. . Pungent smells, they consummate my home. Beyond the black horizon.
After shave and smoke, and the same old unfunny jokes. They say they'll take you anywhere but there. Believe every half whispered, half remembered lie.