All the runners running downhill. All the throwers with strap-on muscles. Gold, silver, and bronze. To the designer-drugs and anabolic steroids. Random testing doesn't exist.
Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs. Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds. I seen yer comin', come in lads. You seen the ads? Too bad, bad, bad.
Eat, sleep and crap, for to prey on your needs. Down a dark street, in backwater Leeds. I seen yer comin', come in lads. You seen the ads? Too bad, bad, bad.
It's a long walk to the gallows. It's a small step to swing free. The crying in the tower. For my conspirators and me. Gunpowder and modem. And a dream of liberty.
Didn't he know it was a waste of time?. All stitched up by a thin blue line. Didn't he know it was a waste of time?. All stitched up by a thin blue line.
Well, in beginning was the turd.... Does God go to the toilet?. Does God go to the toilet?. I don't know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know....
But I don't know you and you don't know me. I mean I think I know we're bound to disagree. So I still don't know you, you still don't know me. But now we both agree that we disagree.
I saw one legged skiers, agile and graceful. In and out the slalom, rushing ever downwards. And there weren't any losers. I saw marathon runners, strong and determined.
From the heights of montezuma to the shores of sicily. From the rainplains of africa. Across the shining sea. From the east to the west. From the rainforests to the dustbowls.
British champion for fifty years. Easily beats all his challengers. Bored of always being the best. He'd rather be like all the rest. Miscuing shots and fluffing smashes.
Whisper the words of wisdom no more. Speak the words of wisdom no more. Shout the words of wisdom no more. The governments of the world agree. That people need bombs and banks and barriers.
At the beach, pressure's on. Dad in trunks and vest. Four years old, today's the day. He gives me my big test. Picking up a beach ball. Red, green, yellow, blue.
Loose door jam, light left on. The oldest national lottery. Enter Johnny go darkly. Come to spoil my party. Smell of feces lingers. Echo of light fingers.
I'm the wife of the boss of the company. And I always make my husband answer to me. With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree. The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see.
Mummy, mummy, mummy. I got a pain I got a pain in my tummy and it's hurting me. I'm well and truly shatted by it all stained and scarred. And brutalized just by day to day living.
Come on baby, let's do the revolution. Six for the record, and seven for the t-shirt. A picture of the band. And a ticket for the promised land. Watching all the bouncers.
The summer was over the season unkind. In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find. The times were oppressive and well it be known. That hunger will's strongest offenses break down.
So I think, I mean, it's a nice sound. It's a happy sound, and it's not doing anybody any harm.
(Woof, woof, woof, woooo). Got my photograph taken with Elvis. Circled round the earth in a rocket ship. Found the world cup in a garden. And I must've saved a million drowning babies.
A hundred years, a thousand years, we're marching on the road. The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load. The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears.