I went out drinking with Thomas Paine. He said that all revolutions are not the same. They are as different as the cultures. That give them birth. For no one idea.
The Reverend Mother went and got me a drink. She came back and said to me "Well what do you think". I said "I've made myself a fool. For the naughtiest girl in school".
One's of them off her food. And the other's off his head. And both of them are off down the boozer. To drink a toast. To the one that he hates most. And she says there are no winner, only losers.
I hate the arsehole I become. Everytime I'm with you. You know you've got me on the run. But let me make it clear to you. It's taken two fools such as we.
He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in. She said "I'm a teacher here, I teach the children". And he wondered to himself there and then all the things.
God's footballer hears the voices of angels. above the choir at Molyneaux. God's footballer stands on the doorstep. and brings the good news of the kingdom to come.
He's got the bonhomie of a game show host. And his handshake is so limp it's like meeting a ghost. His apologies are tired cos he uses them a lot. His excuses are so lame if they were horses they'd be shot.
Another day dawns grey, it's enough to make me spit. But we go on our way, just putting up with it. And when I try to make my feelings known to you. You sound like you have changed from red to blue.
I ought to leave enough hot water. For your morning bath, but I'd not thought. I hate to hear you talk that way. But I can't bring myself to say I'm sorry.
Chorus:. I will cross this body of water. If you promise you won't try this at home. You're where you want to be. Where am I, I'm up a tree. I had a hurt attack.
Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall. On our stomachs our hearts and our heads. And Rome never hears when we bawl. Her sentries pass on -- that is all.