Hot summer, what a bummer. Me oh my, think Im going to. Pull a sicky, do a runner. . Tough talking to my leader. Summer fever, what a bleeder. Free and easy, easily freer.
These are my hands, these are brick walls. Men can break down brick walls. Men can break down brick walls. These are my hands, these are brick walls. Men can break down brick walls.
We come undone in foreign parts. Our home is heavy in our hearts. But theres a bubble in Karachi. A Puerto Rican Joan and chachi. . The spirit of this place has long gone.
I took a good long look at everything I bought. There was a lot to see but still I wanted more. It looks like mother nature's got herself a whore. With a disregard for health and safety.
Tailors are the best. See them running with their brollies. Workmen of the week. . Sew my buttons on. Theres no rushing perfection. Workmen of the week.
Who are these people?. They are too stupid to be your real parents. I've met some bone idles in my time. But they really take the biscuit. . I tried to make talk to them nice.
I had a day to work on a song. I flicked it up and down with my thumbs. The day had gone, I hadn't begun. I was bored, I was bored. I was bored, I was bored.
When they brought me down. They stuck me through a curtain powered by a motor. Then they said some nice words. I think I recognize them from the last time I was here.
I looked down from the Carillon. I looked across to the aviary. How long have they been having fun?. . I want to be among them. Sitting pretty drinking Evian.
Constant winning. Left him wanting. No point choosing. They chose for him. . All the faces. All the faces. Blanked out faces. Blanked out faces. . In the pink.
A celery. You need a, a celery. If you want to fit in a celery. It gets you through to half time, a celery. . Why don't you, smash the system from within.
Got to feed the human nature. Got to be a true jet setter. Got to feed the human nature. Got to be a real go getter. . I've had my fill, it made me ill.
Coastguard are you familiar?. High tides are not peculiar. And on the table is a yellow coat. On the table is a yellow coat. . Mummy tries. Bye, bye. Mummy tries.
A lonely smile in the clouds. And the smell of foreign bodies. He waits for you to ask him out. Three hours sitting in the lobby. . It's another hollow line.