Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty,. Put me on the train for London Town,. Take me anywhere,. Drop me anywhere,. Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham. But I don't care,.
Belligerent ghouls. Run Manchester schools. . Spineless swines. Cemented minds. . Sir leads the troops. Jealous of youth. Same old suit since nineteen sixty two.
Please don't cry, for the ghost and the storm outside. Will not invade this sacred shrine nor infiltrate your mind. My life down I shall lie if the bogey-man should try.
The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies. A murderous desire for love. How can they look into my eyes. And still they don't believe me?.
The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies. A murderous desire for love. How can they look into my eyes. And still they don't believe me?.
Park the car at the side of the road. You should know. Time's tide will smother you. And I will too. When you laugh about people who feel so very lonely.
I'm shy like a rollercoaster. Switch back, take you for a ride. High-handed and we got your picture. Downhill, cautionary smile. . Off the rails were there to guide me.
So he sat behind his natural defenses. And there he wrestled with the song. He heard his name in every line, his life in every measure. Faced with feelings he could not explain.
The sun set down behind the trees. How quickly did my skin. Sense the chill upon the breeze. . And I'm uneasy, the night surrounds me. As dusk ushers out the light of day.
Growing more uneasy. With every question asked. It seems You're jealous of my interests. And the graven things I've cast. . Waking resolutions. Of twenty years or more.
I have a plan for you. It will only take a lifetime to see through. I'll show you where to start. And the most that it can cost will be your heart. . Give me your heart forever starting now.
Well I feel like I have to feel. Something good all of the time. With most of life I cannot deal. But a good feeling I can feel. Even though it may not be real.
Pour the oil on troubled waters. Come around, lay down arms. Rest between the pure in heart and persecuted. Sound alarms to make calm. . Mend the fence convincing some.
Once up in a bottle there lived Time. And He had a garden where He met her by morning. And there in the dawning. They dreamed of a life where Time could leave His fine bottle.
Even when it's eggshells, even when it's broken glass. Prophet follows the path well, and He has feet that last. I saw them carrying crosses and they were forming up that line.
I am a little tin soldier that wants to jump into your fire. You are a look in your eye. A dream passing by in the sky. I don't understand. And all I need is treat me like a man.
Things are going to get better. Times change, better later than never. Being true to myself. Makes me see all the more. . Things are going to get better.
There's such a lot of good ways to be bad. And so many bad ways to be good, haven't paid my rent yet. I tell them "sorry but I haven't got the money anymore".
If tomorrow was today. It would be yesterday. The sun is surely just a thought away. Where visions that men fail. To put to words the tale. And music that they try but cannot play.