Oh baby I'm a light left on. Still waiting for the moment. Burn steady and the fuse is gone. High and heavy, and I've blown it. . Oh baby I'm a flightless bird.
Billy was a young boy throwing bricks. Running through town with his finger flipped. Crying inside for the love he missed. Kissing your face with pale fist.
Didn't I warn you not to?. Didn't I warn you good?. Maybe we couldn't help it. Maybe we never should. . Didn't I say it slowly?. Didn't I make it clear?.
Didn't I warn you not to?. Didn't I warn you good?. Maybe we couldn't help it. Maybe we never should. . Didn't I say it slowly?. Didn't I make it clear?.
In a dusty room. Back of a bar. Met me a sailor. Big strong arms. And a wooden leg. Oh he had me pegged. . Picked me up. Lights went down. His honey rose.
Fire burning through my blood. Light me up with just one touch. Trying night after night. Take me home. Do me right. . There's no shame in this love that we had.
Will I see him on the TV preachin' 'bout the promised land. He tells me to believe in Jesus. And steals the money from my hand. Some say he was a good man.
Release me slowly. Don't leave me cold. This sadness only. Appears after dark. . You tear from me a hello. Enlighten me in the ways of the world. You know that I live only one floor down.
I've done with being brave. And oh how we slaved to pave our way. And only to be dropped upon this quay. And only to be press-ganged overseas. Is this the end of the begining or the begining of the end.
So who cares if nothing comes out of this morning,. But an earful of sea,. And a neck-full of sun,. And a deckchair always broken, when sunbathed upon..
Bluebell, Cockleshell, 1 2 3. Stand at ease, bend your knees. Bow to the west, salute to the east. We're all sitting on our mammy's knees. Bluebell, Cockleshell, 1 2 3.
Dreaming without sleeping. Morning? Are you leaving?. But our story, it has only begun,. and now you're willing it to end. You promised me a feeling. Something to believe in.
Kate Moss, 50 Cent, Obama is the President,. Peace is scarce, no one dares, litvinenko,. Climate change, Live Aid, ketamine, new rave,. Loose morals, hearts are hollow, gaga on the radio..
This land is your land. This land is my land. We're gonna live as brothers. And this can be our homeland. . I know that I have right to die. In the land that I was born in.
Never let a woman go even when you know she can always be replaced.. She can always be replaced.. Oh, lust only grows like anger and revenge or beauty comes and goes but love stays until the end..
There was a time when we were living getting lost in life. The things we'd ridicule to what we'd glorify. From every prison, every passion, every terror, every dream.
Yeah, motherfuckers. Keep the fucking doors set. What?. Put you're fucking head down. As I sit and listen to a kid you clearly influenced. I text and say I'm glad that you're my friend.
Urine, urine. lots and lots of urine. I need a lot of urine so I can pee on a stick. urine, urine. there's something in my urine. I never thought my story would twist like this.
I moved around from town to town. Lots of people around. But still, so lonely friendships would grow. Then I'd hit the road. Making up excuses, for why I had to leave.