Children in pieces in Irish industrial schools. Nuns called mothers. And their Christian brothers. Kick the shit out of very frightened children. . Judges and priests and police and cardinals.
I take the cue from. certain people i know. i use the cue. and then i. hand it on to you. And when i swing it. so, it catches his eye .... (weren't you there?.
The strange logic in your clumsiest line. (It stayed, it stayed) it stayed emblazoned on my mind. You say, break up the family. And let's begin to live our lives.
Losing in front of your home crowd. you wished the ground would open up. and take you down. and will time never pass. will time. never pass. for us. .
The one I love is standing near. The one I love is everywhere. I can woo you. I can amuse you. But there is nothing I can do to make you mine. Black cloud, black cloud.
Say, Billy Budd. So you think you should?. Oh, everyone's laughing. Say, Billy Budd. So you think that you should?. Everyone's laughing!. Since I took up with you.
Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking. When I said I'd like to smash every tooth. In your head. . Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking. When I said by rights you should be.
I turn the music down. And I don't know why, this is my house. I turn the music down. And I don't know why, this is my house. The best friend on the payroll.
Bengali, Bengali. Bengali, Bengali. No no no. He does not want to depress you. Oh no no no no no. He only wants to impress you. . Bengali in platforms.
At last I am born. Historians note. I am finally born. I once used to chase affection withdrawn. But now I just sit back and yawn. Because I am born, born, born.
Because of my poor education. I don't expect your invitation. A ship lost inches away from the bay. . Because of my poor education. I can't endure my situation.
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.
Day oh so late. Strangely the sun still shone. Ooh Asian boy. What are you on?. Day oh so late. Strangely the sun still shone. Oh Asian boy. What are drugs are you on?.
Art-hounds look like nothing. So art-hounds write something. And those that do are judged by those. Who tried and found they couldn't do. . Art-hounds see the Greek ideal.
Angel, Angel. Don't take your life tonight. . I know they take. And that they take in turn. And they give you nothing real. For yourself in return. But when they've used you.
Angel, Angel. Don't take your life tonight. . I know they take. And that they take in turn. And they give you nothing real. For yourself in return. But when they've used you.
I know these roads. Each ridge and narrow bridge. Each chevron. Enticing me on. Each warning sign. I take in my stride. . I don't need more ammunition.
America, your head's too big. Because, America,. Your belly's too big. And I love you, I just wish you'd stay where you is. . In America. The land of the Free, they said.
Bolt-lock your doors. Alarm your cars. And still we move in closer. Every day. Top of the list. Is your smiling kids. But we'll be smiling too. So that's OK.
Were you and he Lovers?. And would you say so if you were?. On a forecourt. On a Friday. Passing my way. . Oh.... Were you and he Lovers?. And if you were, then say that you were!.