It's over, you don't need to tell me Hope you're with someone who makes you Feel safe when you're sleeping tonight I won't kill myself trying to stay
Do you feel like a chain store Practically floored One of many zeros Kicked around, bored? Your ears are full but you're empty Holding out your heart
Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges The sound of magic, music in his ears Videoed by a bus load of tourists Shiny shell suits on and drinking lemonade
I count down the days Until we say good bye I wish there was a way That I could just stop time Forever, remember Summer nights we spent together Oh my
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur Of what is known as (Parklife) And morning soup can be avoided If you take a route straight through
{Food processors are great} It's six o'clock on the dot and I'm half way home I feel foul mouthed as I stand an' wait for the underground And a nervous
She says, "There's ants in the carpet" The dirty little monsters, eating all the morsels Just pickin' up the rubbish Give her effervescence, she needs
Who maddest one on the M One Who hasn't stopped sucking his thumb Who very straight and never grins Who cares what car he's driving in He is because
Street's like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece, on holiday Love in the Nineties, is paranoid On sunny beaches take your chances
Moscow's still red The young man's dead Gone to heaven instead The evening news Says he was confused The motorways will all merge soon Lottery winner
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Churchill Got his lucky number Tomorrow there's another Could be me, could be you A silver spoon Sticky teeth, they rot too soon You've got to have the
Jubilee slouches in the settee He's losing all will to move He gone divvy, too much telly He watching twenty four hours of rubbish He got butane he got
Grandma gets new, dentures To eat the crust on, pizza Taken out by her, daughter Because she thought, she oughta Kids are eating, Snickers Because they
A fervored image of another world Is nothing in particular now And everyone is a clever clone [Incomprehensible] And everyone is a clever clone A chrome
Primal evil, what am I? Tongue tied 'til the day I die There's no love made with mermaids It's just distraction so they say And I'm too tired to care
Oh, Mr. Robinson and his quangos Dirty dealer, expensive car Runs the buses and the evening star He got a hairpiece ooh, he got herpes His private life
I see her face everyday I see her face, it doesn't help me I see her face everyday I see her face, it doesn't help me She's so high, she's so high, she
