When he drops you off, I will not say. Who was that who so quickly drove away. The things you've done and the places you've been. When I open the door for you.
Saw some guy on the TV yesterday. He's selling poison by the ton. "How can you do such a thing?" a woman asked. And he replied, "Well, the secret is to hook 'em young.
Stand up all victims of oppression. For the tyrants fear your might. Don't cling so hard to your possessions. For you have nothing if you have no rights.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes. Grandma lays the table alone. And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier. In this Holy of Holies, the Home.
Father mows the lawn and Mother peels the potatoes. Grandma lays the table alone. And adjusts a photograph of the unknown soldier. In this Holy of Holies, the Home.
I wish that I could remember the first moment that we met. If only I could remember that sweet moment when we met. If I knew then that I. Would spend the rest of my life with you.
At night the baby brotherhood and the inter city crew. Fill their pockets up with calling cards. And paint their faces red white and blue. Then they go out seeking different colored faces.
The busy girl buys beauty. The pretty girl buys style. And the simple girl buys. What she's told to buy. And sees her world. Through the brightly lit eyes.
Strange as it may seem, I once had my football dreams. But I was always the last one, the last to get chosen. When my classmates picked their teams. I guess that was the way it stayed in every game I played.
Well, the fields belong to the farmers. And the forests belong to the king. These days our pleasures are all behind fences. We have to pay for everything.
You thatcherites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear. You thatcherites by name lend an ear. You thatcherites by name, your faults i will proclaim,. Your doctrines i must blame, you will hear, you will hear.
What will you do when the war is over, tender comrade. When we lay down our weary guns. When we return home to our wives and families. And look into the eyes of our sons.
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers. Leave the light on at the top of the stairs. Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky. A tree taps on the window pane.
To the rich man's bright lodges. I ride in this wind. On my good horse, I call you. My shiny black Bess. . To the playhouse of fortune. To take the bright silver.
He's already been inside me. And he really didn't say. And I really didn't ask him. I just hoped and prayed. He's already been inside me. And I really don't feel well.
When I was young I told my mum. I'm going to walk on the Moon someday. Armstrong and Aldrin spoke to me. From Houston and Cape Kennedy. And I watched the Eagle landing.
Between Marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was Mary. Between the deep blue sea and the devil that was me. If ever anyone could help me with my obsession with.
My friend said she could see no way ahead. And I was probably better off without you. She said to face up to the fact that you weren't coming back. And she could make me happy like you used to.
What will with do when the war is over, tender comrade. When we lay down our weary guns. When we return home to our wives and families. And look into the eyes of our sons.
Kiss me goodnight and say my prayers. Leave the light on at the top of the stairs. Tell me the names of the stars up in the sky. A tree taps on the window pane.