I don't have the magnetism of a national hero. I'm not desperate enough to. Carry 'round a bomb in a bag. And I hate to clean up behind my dog. He's a pretty big guy and he eats like a hog.
Night hangs on the city like a blanket on a cage. A sacrifice prepared. Laughter lies on faces where the sun has never shone. The fear of life is strong.
We could both be something still. We could spend our lives fulfilled. We could leave the battlefields. No more arrows, no more shields. When the dust of war subsides.
I searched the globe from A to Z. Found a lot that made no sense to me. I learned a man is just a man. There's nothing more to understand. What I'm looking for is a perfect world.
Who holds the money, who holds the need. Who holds the strings of misery or the purse of greed. And the gunmen reap while the gangsters sow. And law is cheap when the smugglers go.
I believe what I believe. And hope that I am not deceived. By little details I receive. For you know I never look twice. . Something far outside of me.
If there's one great thing. To happen in my life. If there's one great day, if there's one great height. Let it be the time for peace, let it be the time of right.
Can't help about the shape I'm in. I can't sing, I ain't pretty, and my legs are thin. Don't ask me what I think of you. I might not give the answer that you want me to.
Well, I'm so tired of crying. But I'm out on the road again. I'm on the road again. Well, I'm so tired of crying. But I'm out on the road again. I'm on the road again.
If there's one great thing. To happen in my life. If there's one great day, if there's one great height. Let it be the time for peace, let it be the time of right.
Ex-spy in a square in Berlin. Got holes in his knife-tipped shoes. He'll tell you the missile codes man. He'll sell you the warhead to. Guy driving my yellow taxi.
This time we run, this time we hide. This time we draw on all the fire we have inside. We need some time to find a place. Where I can wipe away the madness from your face.
It's a monument valley of concrete. On the plain where the styrofoam roams. She hits the trail by the charity store. For the cavern of the mobile phones.
We lay the night in anguish, snakes drawn out by the tide. The compass of decision falls always on one side. But many went before us, and still the cries are clear.
Come on lay your hands on me. Feel the will of God's TV. I will save you every one. And you can pay me when I'm done. 100,000 Jesus Children. All dressed up and no-one with them.
Now my heart begins to bleed. Dee dee dee dee dee ooh oh. Who will find me. Take care and side with me. . Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee. Where has all our loving gone.
Where hae ye been sae braw, my lad?. Where hae ye been sae brankie, O?. Where hae ye been sae braw, my lad?. Cam ye by Killiecrankie, O?. . An ye hae been where I hae been.
I know where all that time has gone. Blown and drifted listening to an August night. I see where I was wrong. But how could I know that you were right.
It went so well for you. With a place right where you wanted and the ones to fill it to. But some blows break the spell. That it hits you every day until you need to hit as well.
Born too soon for a future. Born too poor for love. Born too far from the warmth of the sun. Or a place in the heavens above. It? s a cold, cold night in the circus.