The same again. Another disagreement. You dreamed of scenes. Like you read of in magazines. A new romance. Invented in the bedroom. Is this so private.
(I need a cheeseburger to go). I move from one place to the next. I hope they keep down the price of gas. I shoot fast while you're talking dollars. See how I will run the table.
Call me up, if I'm home. Don't say too much, I might be upset. Let us agree to differ. We're consumed by competition. . [Chorus]. Having fun is my reason for living.
Wake up we're here. It's so much worse than we feared. There's nothing left here. The country has disappeared. If the winter trees bleeding, leave red blood.
Watch out for your friends. Well, they may lose in the end. Sometimes their child can make you sin. What is a man without a friend?. . We all live within a game.
I attack with love, pure bug beauty. I curl my lips and crawl up to you. I attack with love, pure bug beauty. I curl my lips and crawl up to you. . And your afternoon.
So-so and you don't really care. Sat alone and you're there all day. Some would say you're never really there. Although you still take up space. I know I know and you know that I know.
Watch out for your friends. Well, they may lose in the end. Sometimes their child can make you sin. What is a man without a friend?. . We all live within a game.
Let's have Christ our president. Let us have him for our king. Cast your vote for the carpenter. That they call the Nazarene. . The only way. We could ever beat.
Well the money's pouring down. And the people all look down. And it's floating out of town. . I hit the second deck. And I spent my paycheck. And my wife that I just met.
I'm the boy that looks excited. I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart. Candyfloss, I lie to myself. I'm the boy that eats his heart out. . I know I should be more careful.
I'm the boy that looks excited. I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart. Candyfloss, I lie to myself. I'm the boy that eats his heart out. . I know I should be more careful.
The way things go. You get so low. Struggle to find your skin. Hey ho. Look out below. Your prayers will never be answered again. . Phones still ring.
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight. On a bed of California stars. I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight. On a bed of California stars. . I'd love to feel.
Another foggy night in hometown. Cruising the backstreet pubs with a friend or two. I guess we were laughing how we made it through the bad old days. When across the bar I caught a glimpse of you.
We walk every morning in silence. Past the mills on Whetley Lane. Where the lights went out for the very last time. And they never came on again. The spokesman all shred crocodiles tears.
Kandy's coming home 11.45 today. I'll take the battered car and meet her down outside the gates. She says we're going back to where it all began. Now that the prices have been paid and all the penance done.
Such a sensitive opinion in one so young. Would you like to know about everything that we've done. You believe what you read in the printed lies. But you won't believe the evidence of your own eyes.
There's a witch hunt coming, screaming out on it's rebirth. There's a crusade coming, Hellfire's back here on earth. See the light in their eyes shine, listen to their words like swords.
The sky is broken in grey and in silver. The wind blows clean. We watch the shadows chase across the hillside. And out to sea. You and I, we're nearly full circle.