Christian Dior, you wasted your life On aroma and clothes, fabric and dyes Christian Dior, you wasted your life On grandeur and style, and making the
So what do you think I am? And how precisely could you tell A decent skin is all I am? People think badly of me But one day maybe they'll praise Oh, but
Run, run young man, through the glen Run young woman, through the glen See if I care, see if I care, see if I care See if I care, see if I care, see if
Ganglord, the police are Kicking their way into my house And haunting me, taunting me Wanting me to break their laws Ganglord, the police are Kicking
We love them We mourn for them Unlucky boys of red I wish I'd gone down Gone down with them To where mother nature Makes their bed We miss them Every
Because of my poor education I don't expect your invitation A ship lost inches away from the bay Because of my poor education I can't endure my situation
My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye My life is an endless succession Of people saying goodbye And what's left for me? What's left
Long ago when he was Young and restless Suddenly, daddy saw The beckoning finger of fate Don't make fun of daddy's voice Because he can't help it When
Sweetie pie I have fallen in love And the joke is on me and the sun's given up I'm depending on you to see I get safely to The port where my heart is
Reflecting from my death bed I'm balancing life's riches Against the ditches And the flat grays in between All I can see are the never laid That's the
I can kill standing still It?s easy I can scare with a stare It?s easy Hey Ringo, it?s sad though Because it?s hard to walk tall, when you?re small Whether
You chase in the rat race And you always feel so hollow You marry because it's expected of you And it only makes you feel more lonely But still you look
These tears I'm wailing I spill not without reason Remove them My dearest love My Take me to the place I've been dreaming of Where the grotesquely lonely
I'm not running away I'm running to Corruption of the spirit isn't in it For a good looking man about town Are you afraid of someone alive? Are you feeling
Danger in every corner I have become pure water I can identify, I close my eyes I wear my sword at my side I wear my sword at my side Cleanse me deep
been one for the punch ups But look I really hate them Nazis A certain something starts to wind me up How could I hate them of so violently? When two swords
battle Takes a very long time But the enemies fought Until the bitter end in this bloody inferno Raise your mighty swords and fight Raise your mighty swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords