Churchillian legs. Hair barely there. The harsh truth of the camera eye. . Your eyes signal pain. Because of the strain. Of smiling. The harsh truth of the camera eye.
Step-child, you have outlived your time. You represent embarrassment and failure. And the Father who must be killed. Is the blight upon your blighted life.
With no complications. Fifteen generations. (Of mine). All honouring Nature. (Until I arrive). With incredible style. . I'm the end of the line. The end of the family line.
The edges are no, no longer parallel. The edges are no, no longer parallel. And there is no law of averages here. If you feel down. Then you're bound to stay down.
Mad in Madrid. Ill in Seville. Lonely in Barcelona. Then someone tells you and you cheer. . Hooray, hooray. The bullfighter dies. Hooray, hooray. The bullfighter dies.
He's just too good-natured and. he's got too much money and. he's got too many girlfriends. i'm jealous, that's all. Have you seen him go, though, oh?.
I'm calling you from the foyer. Of the Sands Hotel. Where the men and the women. Are acquainted quite well. . And the drunkards keep on drinking. And oh, my room is cold.
I was wasting my time. Trying to fall in love. Disappointment came to me and. Booted me and bruised and hurt me. . That's how people grow up. That's how people grow up.
A police car and a screaming siren -. A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete -. A baby wailing and stray dog howling -. The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking -.
You chase in the rat-race. And you always feel so hollow. You marry because it's expected of you. And it only makes you feel more lonely. . But still you look down on the teenage dad on.
Sweetie pie, I've fallen in love. And the joke is on me and the sun's given up. I'm depending on you to see I get safely. To the port where my heart is too lost to find.
Oh .... I have been smashed again. With the men from the. Old Valhalla Road Crematorium. Boring men with the same old patter. . I am a simple man. Not much to gain or lose.
We're really missing you. we're really missing you. oh, and you've only just gone. Oh, well, you punched and fell. then you felt embarrassed. my heart goes out to you.
This re-shuffled pack brings back the sickness of luck,. Because the ace in my hand is such a shock. Exchanging queen for your two while you're out of the room,.
March, April, May. She crammed night and day. I hadn't seen her smile in a while. . March, April, May. She crammed night and day. I hadn't seen her smile in a while.
Spring-heeled Jim winks an eye. he'll "do," he'll never be "done to". he takes on whoever flew through. "Well, it's the normal thing to do". . Spring-heeled Jim lives to love.
And when you slam. Down the hammer. Can you see it in your heart?. All of the rumours. Keeping me grounded. I never said, I never said that they were.
You were a boy before. You became a man. I don't see the joy. And you ran with your pals in the sun. You turned around and they were gone. Again.... .
Sorries pour out of you. All wide-eyed simple smiles. Certain to see you through. Like a QC full of fake humility. . You say, "Oh, please forgive". You say, "Oh, live and let live".
Legalized theft. Leaves me bereft. I get it straight in the neck. (Somehow expecting no less). A court of justice. With no use for Truth. Lawyer... liar.