There may be no golden fleece,. But human riches I'll release. . Oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen,. Let me put my bag down and I'll tell you it all right from the start,.
It's snowing angels, on my front porch. Take a broom and sweep one in. I'm such a lucky guy, such a lucky guy. Even though my shoes have broken. I can't deny my toes.
Chant your spirit free;. Rush to greet truth like a dart. Shake your bag o'bones,. Shake your bag o'bones.. That's not traffic roar,. That's a leopard in your heart,.
I'm heading into the atom age. My contemporary house is all the rage. My wife's getting lazy going gadget crazy. Wants a pallette shaped coffee table and a matching settee.
Instant tunes only just been made. Instant songs never to be played. Instant tunes hanging out to dry. Let me try to introduce you to. Instant tunes. Instant tunes.
Boom goes my heart. Dancing around your daisies. Church bells will start. Sat on you reading your ages. I drift away. In loving memory of a name. . Covered in moss.
Well, would you want me, in your afternoons. If I seduced ya, in your Mills and Boons. Well, I'll be the master if you'll be the mate. But don't you get those headaches.
[Chorus]. I'm the man who murdered love. Yeah! What do you think to that?. I'm the man who murdered love. Yeah! What do you think to that?. . He was begging on his bended knee.
I'm bugged you all look like insects. In your brand new sunspecs. I'm bugged I'm bugged. I drop a little note through my sympathetics door. I think I'm going ga ga I just can't take anymore.
I'd like That if we could cycle down some lane. I'd like that if we could ride into the rain. No macs, getting wet. I'd be your Albert if you'd be Victoria, hah hah.
Thanks to erich sellheim <[email protected]>. . I sit in the snow. The town lights aglow. The air is alight. We drown in the night.
Zonked right out HA HA. . Won't you bop on over little Charlie, won't you [bop]. Won't you bop on over with the move and don't you stop. It's za bees, za bows, zabaglio.
You gold dress is whirling around. Like a fan it's lifting you high. High above the ground. Never coming down. You gold dress is burning alight. Deafens me with the sound of the sun.
H-A-T-E. Is that how you spell love in your dictionary. K-I-C-K. Pronounced as kind. F-U-C-K. Is that how you spell friend in your dictionary. Black on black.
I see them offering you gum. I hear the swarming schoolkids' hum. A tribe of polyester warriors spellbound. They bring you offerings to please. . Like cigarettes or new LP's.
What was I supposed to do?. I turned around with the world and she simply was there. My blood ran like ice right through. She had your face and your lips.
You take me to heaven from deeper than hell ever dug. And you fly me higher than a trip on a magical rug. Confessions unravel. You bang with your gavel.
Well you're a good man Albert Brown. And you was wounded in the war. And though you shot some people down. You're still a good man Albert Brown. Well you're a good man Albert Brown.
Well you're a good man albert brown. And you was wounded in the war. And though you shot some people down. You're still a good man albert brown. Well you're a good man albert brown.
And every morning before I'm awake. I walk around the world to make sure she's alright. And every evening 'fore I bolt the door. I give the stars a stir to make sure they will spin all night.