I wake up, Didn't know what was going on, Pictures of home, Repeated again and again, Electrical problems, What they said on CNN, Electrical problems
Oh God I'm running late again I don't believe this Another Wednesday morning on the train to work And my weekend spread into the middle of the week I
All dressed up with somewhere to go Got ten new messages on your phone Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces The night goes on and on and
Don't talk rubbish to me i use reason on my brain it's those little superstitions that get me through the stress and strain i have made my contributions
Though I been thinking about it, I live with the idea the way we where would last forever yeah it all seemed pretty clear. but when the foundations shook
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
We danced together on the roof at the party, 5 stories removed from the trouble on the street the sun arose revealing goose bumps on your arm A sign that
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
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 cats were dead And the
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
Maybe lack of sleep, or last nights drinks Now my eyes twitching, if that prick coughs again In the back of my head I'll smash your fucking face in Ok
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 Mexico
Lying underneath the cover In my hand a perfect lover No rejection, no contreception No commitment, just ejaculation Just got paid, I can't get laid
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
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
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
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