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The turns you had to take still keep you awake. Down come the walls, the walls where you once stood. From constant changes you have made. You'll keep inside 'til you have a say.
crying out for someone who's not there. help me I'm tired of pulling out my hair. and I'm wasted but I haven't got a beer. but if I'm such a nice guy well then I guess this isn't fair.
I had a day to work on a song. I flicked it up and down with my thumbs. The day had gone, I hadn't begun. I was bored, I was bored. I was bored, I was bored.
Why dont you raise me up?. oh from the pumpkin patch. down by the pumpkin patch. . RAISE ME UP!. . Ive been waiting all year just to get myself alone.
After all those years of living in fear. I stopped worrying about the bomb or the other shoe dropping. After all those years worried for my life. I started to enjoy myself, I started to enjoy myself.
Hey! Peter Lorre!. Hey Hey!. Peter Lorre!. . Where'd all the money go?. Where'd all the money go?. . I come to the stage with a tale of woe. of suffering.
joy beats oppresion,. but oppression will make you pay,. cause our joy is fleeting while oppression never goes away.. you look them right in the eye,.
Allen - Cox. Prostitutes... the spice of life. Prostitutes are the spice of life, the spice of life. Look back on the course. Love away. What you need in easy chairs and easy beds.
Allen - Cox. Prostitutes are the spice of life. Prostitutes are the spice of life, the spice of life. They don't walk in the nick of time. Pay their way I walk away and see.
People say, "It's easy living in the light". Never see the hard times, never see the fight. Simple when it's slow but only if it's right. I only see the good times every time.
The lights go out in my corner of the world tonight. And so do the lights in your eyes. Yeah so did the lights in your eyes. Now I don't want to preach at you,.
Let the waitress put the chairs up. Let the glasses that you broke. Form a picture of our leader. With a halo made of smoke. . Let the golden oldies station.
Why don't you ever wanna play?. I'm tired of this piece of string.. You sleep as much as I do now,. and you don't eat much of anything.. I don't know who you're talking to,.
Why don't you ever wanna play?. Tired of this piece of string. You sleep as much as I do now and you. Don't eat much of anything. . I don't know who you're talking to.
I'm standing on this corner, can't get their attention. Facing rush hour faces turned around. I clutch my stack of paper, press one to a chest. Then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground.
February always finds you folding. Local papers open to the faces. Who past away to wonder what they're holding. In those hands were never shown the places.
Another day with you I'm getting fitted for a millstone. It would have been better had I left you alone. So if Jesus finds you begging unbelief. Put the blame on me.
Followed you home one night after work. Saw you go inside and watch Captain Kirk. Ten o'clock rolled around the lights went out. That's when I decided to roam about..