I've been wandering East of Eden Been lost, cold, lonesome as a sparrow in the rain I found myself tumbling to a sinking feeling When someone said I
Don't take me for no sunbeam Don't take me for a sunbeam Sunbeam, sunbeam Just another faction of How can all the fraction of Now they tax you all your
It's one and the same It's one and the same, oh So what's the use between death and glory, I can't tell between death and glory; Happy endings no they
In Arcady, your life trips along It's pure and simple as the shepherd's song Seraphic pipes along the way in Arcady In Arcady Never saw I such a scene
He's stronger than the walls You tried to build around him To dumb and dumbfound him For two thousand years I waited for your call Screaming from the
Well it's a long, long way, oooh From Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea La la la la I was a child of the pound and
Why should I wait until tomorrow It's already been, I've already seen all the sorrow that's in store I will beg or steal or borrow Hold on tighter to
Do you know me? I don't think so Do you know me? I don't think so You romanticize the dark and gloomy past Trying to escape from the underclass You darkened
I get around to singing about That gang of gin I'm in Then you'll know most certainly The kind of game I'm in You sound around to swinging about The
Sit right down if you're a friend You know there ain't too many left of them You said, ?I want love, I want it all? You look better now than last time
I tell you a story, but you won't listen It's about a nightmare steeped in tradition It's the story of a coked-up pansy Who spent his nights in flights
We've been running round this world too much, girl Trying not to see But no freer then, we can see again Now the old corruption packed its ransom sack
I was a troubled teen Who put adverts in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover Well she questioned my integrity And this is what she said
Once upon a time Once upon a time When the cold wind that blows When the cold wind that blows in my heart It was a summer breeze And she would meet me
Well, it's a long, long way, oooh From Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea Bollywood to Battersea La la la la I was a child of the pound and
Everything's got to be Just how it has to be Or he won't play And I know that boy wants to Approach me and say All he's got to say Maybe he'll say it
I was a troubled teen Who put an advert in a magazine To the annoyance of my imaginary lover She doubted my philosophy and this is what she said to me
I always flirt with death I could kill, but I don't care about it I can face your threats Stand up tall and scream and shout about it I think I'm on