As her car pulls out the driveway. And she don't wave goodbye. Her last words echo in my mind. Listen honey, I gotta get away. . I'm standing here watching her tail lights.
She was talking about the world situation. She was sitting on a coffee-bar stool. I heard her say something clever 'bout inflation. And the Ayatollah's rule.
They said Ned Ludd was an idiot boy. Ned Ludd, Ned, Ned Ludd. That all he could do was wreck and destroy. Ned Ludd, Ned, Ned Ludd. Ned Ludd had Japanese eyes.
Asleep in a hive in the base of a hollow tree. Behind a shed in a garden in Norbury. And when he whispers commands in his megaphone. They swarm to his call and he knows that he's not alone.
It's the same, an action replay. It's the same, a game that we play. It's the same, the things that we say. All over again. . It's the same, it don't get better.
An empty stage swathed in velvet drapes. Curtain folds drawn in shadowscapes. Little girls swirl in the air. In their hair. They wear the flowers we threw.
I see myself a hero while one wing falls away. And the dial approaches zero in a spiraling display. My past life flashes feverishly and lives I did not lead.
Vegas neon skin. Coin arcade. Like Pigalle at night. Esplanade. Could be Amsterdam. Might get laid. . Hanging out on the seafront. Hanging out on the seafront.
Command the good incendiaries. With their charred fingers. Set fire to the shelves of the libraries. Deviate the course of canals. To flood the cellars of the museums.
Hey Ma, take a look at your boy. Up on the stage with his latest toy. His hair to his shoulders, growing it down to his knees. He looks like he's suffering from a social disease.
You & me, gonna live so happily. You and I, family, two kids, maybe three. . I know there's going to be some stormy weather. We cross the bridge of life when we all stuck together.
There's only one course of action. Left for me to take. I've tried every switch selection. That might control this state. I think for my protection. .
Who's gonna stand at the river. And watch those angels fall?. And who's gonna stand on the mountain. And Lord thinkin' they're so tall?. . Who's gonna walk in the shadows.
Would you try to live your life. For the ultimate sacrifice, try to hold on?. Would you try to live your life. For the ultimate sacrifice, try to hold on?.
Catch a falling starfighter. Put it in the pocket of your jeans. You can use it as a cigarette lighter. Or as an opener for a can of beans. . Catch a falling starfighter.
The agent is cloned. The sculpture with the power of a stampede. . I'll make it my home. I'll live inside a capsule of speed. I'll be a shooting star.
I was born on a farm in Alabama. And I was raised on God and Cane and old ways. But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City. This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp.
Take time to discover. That I'm runnin', runnin' out of space. Talk to the others. That I'm livin' time in a chase. . And I feel the wind is gonna blow.
You work all night. And it's really frightening. 'Cause you're so ambitious. . It's just a habit. That you have to grab it. You're avaricious. . I know you'll make it.
We're walking out. We're downing our tools.. This management. They take us for fools.. All we're asking is. A living wage. A living wage. A living wage.