When I look around me. And see what's going on. I think about the time we had. And where we all came from. . Here comes the dream that's been waiting.
Tearing At The Night And The Pages That I've Written. Steal Back Time For One More Day. Filtering The Fragments Of An Artificial Promise. That Shattered My Identity.
A desert moon is risin'. Down that road's a distant place. A home where I have run from. A town where I can't show my face. . I put myself before you.
I can't find what I want or make sense of this life. Too much hypocrisy in what is wrong and right. I see it everywhere but still I can't relate. I got to much to do, can't sit around and wait.
I've got you under my wheels now, baby. That's where you belong. I've got you under my wheels now, baby. I'll drive you all night long. . I've got you under my wheels now, baby.
You're trapped inside my cyber world. Consumed up as my web unfurls. No secrets left for your mankind. My virus lurks throughout your veins. I'm spreading there inside your brains.
Aaa, aaa. . Smell your world when you come. I won't make a victim. I lie awake and I'm forsaken. . From all the holes in my time. You saved up for this true lie.
The cause of my affliction. Can never be resolved. A case for self infliction. Whose sin can't be dissolved. . Lost in a room of mirrors. There's only one way out.
Will you go to Heaven?. Will you land in Hell?. Are the things you're praying for. The things that serve you well?. . Did you get satisfaction. Have you paid the price.
Venus in Flares. Half Man Half Biscuit. A million housewives every day, pick up a can of beans and say. "What an amazing example of synchronisation". .
Ow!. . Oh! Oh! Oh!. {?. . Unemployments rising. In the Chigley end of town.. And it's speading like pneumonia;. Doesn't look like going down.. There's trouble at the fire station;.
My Uncle Charlie is a cynical man. And his wifes a touch skeptical, too.. They've got one of those stickers. In the back of their van; it says:. We've seen the prices at the zoo..
Well I heard a lovely rumor,. That Bette Midler had a tumor,. So gleefully I went to tell my friends.. But they said it was a lie,. That she wasn't going to die,.
Yeah?. . Woke up this morning and found myself in bed.. My knowledge of the blues is somewhat nil.. I dreamt about about a love-affair. In far-off B(y)uda-Pest..
Mention the Lord of the Rings. Just once more. And I'll more than likely kill you. "Moorcock, Moorcock, Michael, Moorcock" you fervently moan.. Is this a wok.
Ah, Ted! It has to be said,. The {? juicy truth's ?} beyond us.. Rain, shine, on Leopold Stein,. His ribs remain intact.. {? Hedderly Crup ?} is in my garden.
Our Ted it has to be said. produces proof beyond us. rain, shine or gale force nine. his frames remain intact. helicopters in my garden bringing wind, i beg your pardon.
Arthur Askee and Dougie Wougie Bader. Went down to the Animal Farm.. Dug in for the poor,. They heard stories from the war.. And explaimed about the boil on his palm..
There was one of the gang, who had Scalextric and because of that he thought he was better than you.. Every day after school,. You'd go around there to play it,.
Saint Vitus came to my townAnd visited the cemetery.The dead got up and everythingBecame one big one big cacaphony.They all went down the social andThey claimed their supplementary.And all the necrophiliacsWere walking 'round in misery.The rotting mass of calciumWas shopping in the Superstore,Careering down the aislesLike one big psychopathic carnivore,The shelf-stackers were alert,In ecstasy crashed to the floor,And meanwhile the {? sane ?} wasGrowing crazy at the fire-door.Ah the Beautiful sparkling healthy spa water of Bath in Avon..