I am a hippy?s son I?m into porn and guns, I?m virile, fertile I scream when I come Related to you all by 6 degrees I am a fire sign I?ve never swung
resounding The drinks go on and the beat's still sounding Come on darling, come on darling, come on sweetheart, oh You look pretty, pretty fit For a
far dishonest as the day is long I'm sorry so I'll go now But I love you, so it won't be long And the specters in the masonry Remind us of the things
After a month our friendship waned 'Cause you're ambitious to a fault How did I let you in my brain? Just look in these western eyes I've been lost a
be bothered And all this waiting is just hesitating for nothing And the fault lines and all the conjecture from both sides Why, oh why, can't we change things
Hails to the chancers As boredom kills like cancer We need dreams For the romancers And I'm looking to you Well, the life's so lonely I need my one and
How can they be tired of England? They'll never know the England that we know Never know where the ones with dreams go, no Never notice the skies with
We were so pretty, now is this it? You and I are too young for this No blood, no lust, or spit But still there is something there to play upon A flash
Four more rotations and no one will hurt These are the things I dream of I've been thinking through the drinking Though my confidence is shrinking That
We could throw ourselves in a road But receive no comfort from street lights Why not come in for a jamens and escape life? We're idle in the mean time
To think that the last of the small town playboys was a little bit like me Hold on, well, what could that mean? Well, I'm still looking around for leads
She could never ever ever ever ever ever ever get it into her thick head So when pretending ends she'll have scattered her friends And she'll find she
You sauntered up and you said, ?How?s tricks?? You can?t mix drugs with politics But we took and talked and lost the plot And after that everything seemed
This is where the truth begins Where teardrops glance the sallow skin You lose your will And I can lend you mine The Westway wall?s so tall and bleak
on and on we go Traipsing over bridges, over corpses down below And all the while we could have smiled for one thing on our minds The very thing you strive for is the thing
New York Grey and sorrow there to meet her Night sky hangs around to greet her She throws down Lifeline of kisses Anchored to the ground Balloon descending
Celtic children born with stone in hand Cast against the dark Revolution spark Bitter tears they flood the sea They're drowning me. Frightened soldiers
Early morning, pack my bags Atlanta airport driver please Lockheed tristar, runway four Don't you know I hate to leave. Lazy acres, five slow days That