Left her at home in the cold London night. She had nothing on (not a stitch). Nothing on (not a stitch on). And she stays that way (till I get back). With our regrets and (till I get back) another bottle of good time.
Tonight the bay's a pane of glass-. Let's break it.. Our bodies ache to swim. So let's swim.. We're drunk enough to dull the cold. Take off all the clothes, let's go..
She was sitting on a swing. And dangling her feet. Like the leaves of a tree. I think I heard her singing.. . We're still out at 10 in the evening.. .
Someone's turning the lights down low. And the music up, do you feel the beat?. I see you too by the way you move.. I need to feel your body moving on me..
Maybe come with me to the coast. And watch the way the rain comes down. Out of the shadow she's more passionate. We'll watch her roll in from the south.
You seem to think that you're over it. Your eyes imply you're the blameless one. Somehow as of now you think this is love. Try to read your life from memory.
Maybe come with me to the coast. And watch the way the rain comes down. Out of the shadow she's more passionate. We'll watch her roll in from the south.
WW III, WW III, WW III, don't you bloody see? WW III. It doesn't matter what you say, you won't make it no bleedin way. You haven't got any choice, you really haven't got any voice.
WW III, WW III, WW III, don't you bloody see? WW III. It doesn't matter what you say, you won't make it no bleedin way. You haven't got any choice, you really haven't got any voice.
Yeah, back at cha once again. Yeah, DOA got the track. And my man, Smokie. He got the word y'all. . Somethin', somethin'. Somethin', somethin'. Somethin', somethin'.
(Keighley. 3:55). Hey, right. Whatcha gonna do. Bout whatcha gonna do?. Whatcha gonna be?. Cause ya been thinkin. That your nothin. Ya already are. Ya already are.
Oh no-there's got to be a better way. Say it again. There's got to be a better way-yeah. What is it good for? (war). . Man has a sense for the discovery of beauty.
Apartment walls, halls are small. Government building site much too small. These tiny boxes won't let me out. These tiny boxes are too remote. . It's a screaming mess.
Right!. I'm sitting here with a sharpened blade. Sitting here with a loaded gun. With my back to the sun. Just waiting for you. Waiting for you.. Waiting for you..
You got your money, you got your car. You got your bottle at the bar. It doesn't mean that, you're anything. A rich bitch, a rich bitch. . The public loves you, you're gonna go far.
Smash the state,. The fascist rape the pigs are waiting you're not on your own,. You're not alone we got the number. But whatcha gonna do with your head in a noose oh shit!.
my old man's a bum livin' on skid row.. drinkin his bay rum.. he don't give a shit about you.. vanilla extract,. bay rum.. 1, 2 fuck you !!!.
New age, I don't believe you,. You give nothing I can use.. New age, I don't believe you. But everybody wondering what to do.. What do you want me to say..