The distance we have come has got me pinin' For a touch up once familiar and excitin' And though up yonder charts we might be climbing To do it without
I found this girl, same age as me Something 'bout her seemed so sweet Thought one day we could both meet And not just chat about what's on TV Met her
Don't you ever pretend That we are more than friends? Despite the metal and wires I still have human desires I'll wait here 'til the end For my dividend
22 grand job In the city, it's alright 22 grand job In the city, it's alright 22 grand job In the city, that sounds nice It's alright, it's alright In
Baby, don't go To the haunted hotel Got a really bad feeling In my lungs and my bones Science can't save you And your parents are away On holiday in
We are the animals who have lost our hair Retained some of our teeth and gained a choice We'll chase food, money and sex until satisfied And when its
Shoot to kill, I dropped a pill Then I threw a bottle of drink down my throat I went at first looking for assistance T bone burst in with both guns blazing
This is a true story I just woke up, everything was fucked From the night before, I was beyond repair I had just woke up, everything was wrong All the
You are not an open book I can't do nothing 'bout that But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn What am I doing up at the witching hour? Oh-o-oh-o Oh-o-oh-o Oh
I suggested at a truce, you spat out some excuse You're violent, violent They don't like you hanging round, you're bleeding on their ruby ground You're
I'm walking unknown territory, where the sun's not shining There's nothing golden about Golden Lane The smoke is heavy in my lungs and the adverts are
I'll meet you in West Germany October 1983 I know that freedom was a lie And your husband was a spy You say that words are impotent But they can help
When I was younger I felt so pure I didn't know corruption waited for me I tried to duck, I tried to freeze Tried to bury my head in the sand But the
What do you do when your roots Have dissolved and broken down And the soil that you grew in when you were small Has become nothing more than dirt in some
Girl, i slip into your bedroom the light from your mac cuts through the gloom, like moonlight its so fucking grim out there, lets hibernate i'm sick of
Spent the night in three drinks time Where the bars were full it was summertime Punks were hangin out in the park While someone practised electric guitar
So here you are in hoxton two years on Since you left that little nowhere that you're from First few weeks you stayed with your ex Same old arguements
