In five flights of true blue grace. You drag your bags to Gare du Nord. The crude tracks of love that streak. Roll down your cheeks and hit the floor.
Waitin' there by the side of the River. Waitin' there but she did not show. Wringin' his hands & shakin' his head. Checkin' his watch, it's time to go.
Nowhere here. To call my home. No one near. To call my own. All that's left. Is for me to roam. Somebody please. Help me hang on. . Homeless child. Homeless child.
Let's burn down the cornfield. Let's burn down the cornfield. And we can listen to it burn. . You hide behind the oak tree. You hide behind the oak tree.
Arseholes, bastards, fucking cunts and pricks. Aerosol, the bricks. A lawless brat from a council flat oh, oh. A little bit of this and a little bit of that oh, oh.
Belsen was a gas I heard the other day. In the open graves where the jews all lay. Life is fun and I wish you were here. They wrote on postcards to those held dear.
Hello, good evening and welcome. to nothing much. A no holds barred half -nelson. and the loving touch. The comfort and the joy. of feeling lost. With the only living boy in New Cross.
A thousand days of yesterdays. Time since come and gone. A thousand days of yesterdays. The road goes by so long. . Tomorrow comes like wind blown clouds.
Yellow and orange orange and. Well they taste so good I want to eat 'em. And they taste s good I get to need 'em. Can-can-can-candy. Candy. Candy corn.
Mayflower child. met uh 25th Century Quaker. She's uh pickin' poppies 'n'. bringin' them into her hue. Sun sifting thru and thru and thru. Letting them all and all.
You talk too much, baby. You talk too much. You talk too much, baby. You talk too much. You yak, yak, yak. You yak too much. . You talk in the mornin'.
I'm so worried, baby. I don't know what to do, baby. You got me so worried, baby. I just don't know what to do, baby. The most of my troubles and worrin', baby.
I wonder why this world is sweet Hell. I wonder why this world is in uproar. Everyday you read about somethin' new. They're fightin' all over the world.
I like to see you walk. I like to see you walk. I like to see you walk. You my baby. Keep my eyes on you. . Well, keep on walking babe. Keep on walking.
I wanna be alone with you, baby. No one but me and you. I wanna be alone with you, baby. No one but me and you. I don't want a soul, don't want a soul, baby.
Meet me in the bottom. Bring my boots and shoe. Meet me in the bottom. Bring my boots and shoe. . I've got to go now, mama. I ain't got no time to lose.
How about it? How about it? It takes a lot of people to make it possible. So give 'em a big hand. Everybody is working to try to make it nice. Anyway! As I leave you a little bit of Sweet Sixteen for the guys.
I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you. I got my mojo working but it just don't work on you. I'm gonna love you so bad that I don't know what to do..
I got my eyes on you. I got my eyes on you. I got my eyes on you. See everything you do. I got my eyes on you. . I love the way you walk. I'm just crazy 'bout your walk.
I'm goin' get up in the mornin',. I believe I'll dust my broom. I'm goin' get up in the mornin',. I believe I'll dust my broom. Girlfriend, the black man you been lovin', girlfriend, can't get my room.