Well you say, "It's not goin' to work out". Ahh why do you, why do you tell me now?. Is there a difference in anything you've said and done?. Or is it just the way we've been pretending?.
A dream finally came true. To wear this special uniform. To join in their company. The best of the best. . Always been a believer. In your own capacity.
You are bleak. You are beautiful. No matter what they say. . In this light. Tired childish games. Swept us all away. . Singing it out. Singing it out for all of us.
they all emerged one by one. hoping for feedom but there is none. see the men in uniform. they send you out to fight the storm. . look up in the charcoal sky.
You start working with the same device. The narrative is breaking down again. You're standing down the same old asking price. The cards are drawn, the fire's getting warm.
Shaven cunts fuck much more horny. I know this for quite a while. so the juices run in torments. and not only bloody sperm. . So fuck until the cunts are steaming.
Waltzing, daydream serenade. And preaching God and country, like lines on a telegraph. Seems like we all want to be. So very different but nothing changes.
My life is strange and tonight. I feel the magic in the air. like Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hide. I'm living in a real nightmare. . my two worlds will collide.
Can't beat the best ones. A little closer maybe a bit too closer. You function you turn out. A flawless performance. . Well, turn your camera away from me, woah.
Can't beat the best ones. A little closer maybe a bit too closer. You function you turn out. A flawless performance. . Well, turn your camera away from me, woah.
I can't believe it but I guess it's true. Have you got nothing else to do. You're sick in the head and obsessive too. I've had enough of you. . You follow me around.
Finally here's another Saturdaynight. Combatboot and mohican tunes. this is my life, this is my roots. boots and braces that's our crew. Trouble at work, trouble at school.
hey, I'm the one that can't stop,. be it night or day. I'm a fuckin' skeleton yet. dancing on your grave. a 1000 mls an hour on an. empty tank of gas.
I saw you the other day. Your head just turned away. You think I'm a stupid punk. Useless and always drunk. Guess what - yeah what!. Your life - the lie!.
Look at me when I'm feeling down. All my emotions being puked on the crowd. Do you think anybody cares. I'm society's sucker of your great welfare. . Sick of being on the Dole.
Hello mate, here we are. You know what we stand for. Forever we will stay. Funeral Dress play. . Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK. Sex, drugs and punkrock - is better anyway.
When I'm in the swimming mood. Sit around and watch you all from the dunes. Everybody's havin' a blast. Seals and people and songs from the past. . As the days go by.
I believe in the theory. Believe in it dearly. But I ain't got the time. I believe in the new day. Believe in the new way. But I don't wanna sign. I believe in the news page.
Failing under the weight (C'mon). . You've got the pain in a system whose shame. Is that they built the game so that you can't win. Fanning the flame but the sentence remains.
Roll up! Roll up! The circus is in town. They're setting up their big tops. on your own sacred ground. They're kissing babies, one hundred by the hour.