Show me your toyz. I want to be your choice. Show me your toyz. . I wanna be your addiction. I wanna be your president. I wanna taste androgynity. I wanna try a boy girl friend.
One. One day, one day of paradise. One day, one day of paradise. All truth is opinion, believe me. Discussion has become a privilege. Creativity is a salesman's PR exercise.
Lookin' for a shot of you. In someone else's smile. I'm holdin' on to every word. . Comparin' all the time. The more I break the more they talk. I'm left paralyzed.
We have been told there's only one way to go. But we live different lives, dreams to unfold. Like a kaleidoscope, reflecting hundred skies. . No hiding, no faking.
There'll be new events in seoul '88. Throwing the molotov and the hundred meter loot. Hurdling over barricades putting the brick. Vaulting over riot cops in the peoples olympics.
This is the silent place. Where everybody looks the same. This is the silent place. Where people speak but cannot hear. This is the silent place. Where millions die and no one cares.
I always wanted to play. In the school football team. But the coach said I wasn't fast enough. I wasn't no good it seemed. I used to watch them practice.
You're too ashamed to tell 'em how you feel. You hide your heart, too scared to reveal. The broken scars that are beggin' to be healed by you. . You're marching through and you're trying to understand.
But we spread more disease than all of the insects. By carrying our shit then spreading it by contact. When we shit on people we are shit on in return.
[Cover of Babylon Zoo's song]. . Spaceman. I always wanted you to go into space man. . Pungent smells, they consummate my home. Beyond the black horizon.
After shave and smoke, and the same old unfunny jokes. They say they'll take you anywhere but there. Believe every half whispered, half remembered lie.
And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find. Of saying no to the ways of governments and multinational companies. And we got to find as many ways, as many ways as we can find.
I was walking in the shadows. So nobody cared. You smiled at me from the distance. And we felt there's more to share. . All these memories. They come back when I'm asleep.
Salt fare, North Sea. Salt fare, North Sea. . Salt fare, North Sea. Salt fare, North Sea. . Roll on, roll off. With these words I drown. Topmast secured.
Two weeks have passed. Since she last asked me for an answer. And I'm sorry now. But thinking back I thought that. . Maybe I could please you but I can't so now.
Part punk, part god almighty. Part fuck you, part mister x-ray eyes. I didn't choose to be. Shouting for a living, it happened. Something snapped and I don't know why.
I'll meet you on the other side. In the apple of my eye. Let us paint a scenery. In a color we can see. . Switch the news off, go to sleep. Fight the tears and misery.
I don't love you for your graveyard eyes. I don't love you for your stupid lies. I just love you for that. Beat-beat-beat-beat-beating. I don't love you for your tattered tie.
As I was searching for some cookies in an empty jar. I realized some days are made to press restart. I wasn't listening you stopped asking. We watched our beauty fade away.
Oh, Christmas tree, oh, Christmas tree. How bent your branches seem to be. Nineteen twenty-one and all's well. Another fifteen years and we'll be laughing in hell.