T' was the night of the 1st december you remember. How we give it up for everything. Who would have thought that we'd come this far tear. Them apart being who we are.
It was Christmas Eve babe. In the drunk tank. An old man said to me, won't see another one. And then he sang a song. The Rare Old Mountain Dew. I turned my face away.
---------. I could walk away, I could let this fly. go back home and start again -- Fruitless. I have faith in how things seem to start again,. that tale of your one big chance is a lie, told by consumed men..
Chorus. 'coz if your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby. You can always count on me I'll be waiting. If your looking for a freaky time freaky time baby.
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town. A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down. A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar.
Do we rock, do we rock?. Do we rock, do we rock?. . C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Do we rock, yeah, yeah?. Take it to the top, yeah, yeah. Don't you stop, yeah, yeah, woah?.
Hello boys I've been away on a bit of a holiday. To the land where the rivers freely flow. And the cattle roam on the wild callagh. Walking home three parts pissed.
-------. I'm falling, but its OK. Never know just where I'll land. No sense to force plans, I'm flying.. I'm walking, feel my hands and my legs,. They feel good to be moving, side to side.
---- ---- --. Fall upon me in my quiet pain. fall upon me, again and again. Across wide open fields. and grass down of green. I'm awake but my head is in the air.
Christy Brown. A clown around town. Now man of renown. From Dingle to Down. . I can type with me toes. Suck stout through me nose. And where it's gonna end.
No way I'm gonna crazy. With you playin' with my mind took. You out to dinner but you left me. Bahind paid for the pleaseure. But I wasted my time. Cause dawn it girl I thought.
---- -- ----. Relentlessly climbing and conquering and swallowing. fresh pain. Melting reemerging and rising up clean. in the pouring rain. Rise up clean in the pouring rain, only to drop down.
I met my love by the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. Kissed my girl by the factory wall. . Dirty old town. Dirty old town. . Clouds a drifting across the moon.
Now we've been thinkin'. About the styles for a while. And trippin' over what's hot. And what's not and whnt's gone under. And over but now it's time to.
----------- ------. I know you're bitter, but why?. Don't you know that two wrongs don't make a right?. It's not that simple. But everybody's trying to figure it out.
I like to walk in the summer breeze. Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees. And drink with my friends in the Hammersmith Broadway. Dear, dirty, delightful, old drunken old days.
I've seen those signs a million times, the chill that clouds your eyes. The light that shines black as a coal, deep down in the mind. And I'm hungry, and I'm dying of thirst.
Desire hangs on for dear life. on the window sill of the collarbone. of the one I love. And a glimmering shimmer. of sweat gathers into a pool in her palm.
Now the party's over. And the money's all gone. You remember feeling like Jesus' son. . Now your girl has left your side. And now you're gonna get crucified.