Bang bang, it's sex and violence on the television. Give us all a cultural distraction or the cure. Who's strong, who's fast, who's in the game. We've made our lives a competition and we all should be ashamed.
My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wonder kind. You took me behind a disused railway line. And said, "I know a place where we can go where we are not known".
A breathless drive on a downtown street. Motorbike ride in the mid-day heat. The dust that hung from the desert skies. Run, though we run it still burned our eyes.
We struggle to remember. We struggle to forget. No strangers to addiction. We're just drowning the pain. . Good times with good friends. Good fights with enemies.
Take me out tonight. Where there's music and there's people. And they're young and alive. Driving in your car. I never never want to go home. Because I haven't got one.
This town is dead. This world is rotting. I've seen this country's fifty states. And I've forgotten. . Every name and every place. I drank my way through every hour.
Above the city, above my grave,. from a rooftop looking down.. I've been asleep for four years. but I'm waking up.. . And if you'd found me dead on your floor.
Take me out tonight. Where there's music and there's people. And they're young and alive. Driving in your car. I never never want to go home. Because I haven't got one.
In the city the commute is a silent train. full of tired workers. Blank stares,. discomfort, and caffeine keep them. awake. And it seems so sad to me..
At last it's over,. I knew I could not hold him,. His love for freedom. Was far too strong.. . But though he's gone now. My life is just beginning,. I'll soon forget him,.
Riding my bike over the Mass Ave bridge,. and I'm staring at the cityscape.. Seems like forever since we started this adventure. and the days are getting shorter again..
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,.
While you sleep, in the comfort of your bed,. someone's coming after you.. When you awake, to the billboards on your way to work,. someone's coming after you..
Chorus:. Girl I'm eyein you. You eyein me. I can picture in my head. We fulfillin fantasies. I wanna make you horny. Wanna make you scream. Me grindin on yo body.
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,.
Let those feelings go.. Because I let those feelings go. from the inside and I still can't find a. decent reason to be anywhere.. . If I could fill this hole on the inside,.
Belligerent ghouls. Run Manchester schools. . Spineless swines. Cemented minds. . Sir leads the troops. Jealous of youth. Same old suit since nineteen sixty two.
If you could see the women and children,. the people we've all laid to rest.. If you could bomb a city the size of Chicago here,. tell me where is your conscience now?.
Don't play your Rock N' Roll to me. That ain't the way it's meant to be. I ain't so blind that I can't see. Just let it lie and let it be. So, don't play your Rock N' Roll, no.
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.