We Went Into Town On The Tuesday Night. Searching All The Places That You Hang About. We're Looking For You. In The Back Street Cellar Dive Drinking Clubs.
It's another heroes' sunset. I'm riding on the Great North Road. Coiled and tensed in wonder. As the land turns burning gold. Out in the sun, out in the wind.
Well we know what makes the flowers grow but we don't know why. And we all have the knowledge of DNA but we still die. We perch so thin and fragile here upon the land.
I felt a shiver in the heat-haze and the waiting time is over. Strange tongues on the airwaves as the voices call from distant lands. I saw which was the winning side but still I joined the other.
Gather round and listen and I'll tell you how's it's done. How they manage to make idiots out of everyone. Take a human population with their hunger and their pain.
They don't understand you. None of them understand you. Tonight, as you stare at the ceiling again. With you lover turning away. Disappointment closing in like the walls.
We went into town on the tuesday night. Searching all the places that you hang about. We're looking for you. In the back street cellar dive drinking clubs..
Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls. In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honoring every call. So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side.
Coming in at night all the desert highways. Crackle with the static of a thousand little radios. Everyone talking, no-one listening. Well by now I should expect that.
The natives are restless tonight, sir. Cooped up on estates with no hope in sight. They need some kind of distraction. We can give them that. 'Cause they'd kill if they only had something to kill for.
You walk the thinnest of the ice, so easy to hurt. We drove through the dark in the pouring rain and barely said a word. So dress your wounds as best you can and close your tired eyes.
Turn left at the lights about 50 yards down. There's a pub in the corner and I'll meet you inside. About quarter to eight and we'll go into town. And find out what everybody's been saying about us.
Thou shalt not kill - remember that?. You learnt it again and again when you were young. They said weapons have this safety catch. Your moral conscience tells you kid what's right, what's wrong.
Look at my eyes - you know what it is. I want you, I want you. The way your body moves beneath that dress. And all the nights I've spent away alone in sleeplessness.
Rolling up tab ends that the baby's collected. Waiting for the number that clicks on the wall.. It's open season on the weak and the feeble. Their meagre ambitions, their impotent fury.
Stepping out onto the stage the smalltown star tonight. Flexes out for fame and fortune into the lights. The way she tears into the heart makes me realise.
There's a sentry in a uniform to watch the VIPs along the hall. Strategical discussions taking place behind the steel plated wall. The agents issue the statements to the waiting press who circulate the words.
I was working shift on the six o'clock, quiet in the pale dawn.. Found a bird caught in the machinery, set it free and watched it go. Quit the job that very day, and flew into the sky.
Time passes slow, fields stretch out across open acres. Time passes slow, the giant steps of mankind touch us so little in the great lands. Our little storm whirls away out across calm wide oceans.
She stares at the screen, at the little words of green. Tries to do remember what to do next. There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face. Searching for the key she should press.