All the boys are wearing their utility drag. The girls slip identikits from their utility bags. Some refugees from suburbia are laughing. Examining each other's gags.
What is this phase that I am going through. O these precious years. Please take my hand and let me breathe again. Young depressive tears. We stumble blindly chasing something new and something sinful.
When I was boy. There's a dream that I had. That a war if was fought. Was for good against bad. And I woke up to find. That the world had gone mad. . And we'd all fall down.
Strange how the change came all in a day. Counting down and counting down. And waiting for the minute. We could touch a world. Where every heart had love to offer.
Desire. Desire. Desire. Desire. . You live for love, I long for it. You give for love, I take from it. This friend of mine, desire. This lover's crime, desire.
(Willcox). This is your five minute call five minutes ladies and gentlemen thank you. Where's my lunch?. Where's my fucking lunch?. Big big tears. By the bright blue sea.
Where will you go, when the sirens blow?. Will you run helter-skelter, in search of a shelter. Or will you lie low?. Will you sit there clutching at your lucky charm.
We're the lords of the jungle. We're the war boys,. We're the ones who make all the noise.. . Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh. Layay man tey sa-ra-rai. Lay-oh Lay-oh Lay-oh.
This is a word in your ear. Can you hear?. We have come for your minds. We walk the streets arm in arm. Hand in hand. With charm and chance. We are the chosen ones.
(Bogdanovs). Deep in the city, far from home. Down in the alley, where the white boys roam. Feel that razor kiss your face. Mindless violence, unsolved case.
Exploring. Down through the great white. Up through the sink. Amble across the kitchen floor. Scurry up the walls to the ceiling. Around, Around. Around, Around.
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen). The burning,. Burn, burn, burn, burn, turning. I'm yearning, yearning. Your presence is my breakthrough. But all scars fade with time.
(willcox). I can feel summer at last from the heat. In the red-brick city. The evening light pulls a veil of linen. Over the night time. Life's a gas.
(Words Willcox / Music Bogen/Spalding). In every waking hour I miss you. In my dreams I never kiss you. And in the shadows creatures want to hurt you.
THUNDER IN THE MOUNTAINS. ========================. Where the mountains meet the sea. And lights spit stains on the scenery. And the air is heavy with a sticky unease.
(Stansfield/Kassinetti/Gould/Ashton). When you climb into your bed tonight. When you lock and bolt the door. Just think of those out in the cold and dark.
As you sleep in our bed. In my arms I see. I dying man. You will always be. What you will be. Ready to take. Waiting to recieve. I'm the object in your life called wife.
(Willcox/St James). It's lonely in my nightmare. What do you dream. That I've been here and you've been there. Scenes were forseen. kissed you in the rain once before.
I belong to the street,. But I'm just a super-feature. In a magazine,. Blown from the dustbin to the gutter,. I'm just a street creature.. . You can hear me approaching.
Well, I sell my soul to Faust each and every night for you. Rip-roaring drunk I peel my face away for you. It's a lonely time, I've walked from the limelight.