If I had amnesia. I wouldn't know how much I need ya. And I wouldn't have to see ya every night. When I turn out the lights and close my eyes. Wouldn't have to forgive you.
If I had amnesia. I wouldn't know how much I need ya. And I wouldn't have to see ya every night. When I turn out the lights and close my eyes. Wouldn't have to forgive you.
You showed up on my doorstep. Like a long lost friend. I didn't wanna let you in. I didn't wanna get involved. I knew what it would lead to. Further up the road.
They try in vain our minds to chain. . Im up in the stars. Looking down at the gutter. When Im good, Im very good. But when Im bad, Im better!. . Oh barman, fill this glass again.
With her friends on a road less travelled, on a journey of do's and dares. Looking back on a fear of leaving and forgetting how it felt to be scared. There are those paying fancy prices to pretend they have fancy lives.
Stop now, what's that sound?. Everybody look what's going down. Stop now, what's that sound?. Wow. . I am a timebomb. A ticking ticking, ticking timebomb.
Stop now. What's that sound. Everybody looks. What's going down. . I am a timebomb. A ticking ticking ticking timebomb. Unattended on the railway station.
I don't know. I don't know. . Chain, chain, chain, chain. Chain, chain, chain, chain. . A cut-price empire, clean-cut lines. A perfect body and a dirty mind.
Peace won't come (Repeats). By words alone. With the world in front of you, you've only got a certain space to go. I go to me factory, and go there, that's supposed to be my bit of seeing the world. The whole world in front of ya, you're waiting, seeing things that haven't been discovered..
Oh, Charleston Heston. Your father's favorite son. Walks in whistling Casey Jones. Moses with a gun. . Oh, Charleston Heston. Your father's favorite son.
I'm an anarchist, I'm the anti-christ. Well sort of not really. It's not big it's not clever. And i'm quite a reasonable fella. Your friendly uncle good with kids good ol' paternalist pop.
There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin, dear Calvin. There's a hole in your knickers, dear Calvin, a hole. . {Now let's see what happens with ba ba black sheep.
Jacob's ladder. . Like rusty old nails at the bottom of the sea. Telling no tales, for the good of the admiralty. You jump when you're told to through the open door.
Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet. Mixed in with the piss and beer are bloodstains on the floor.
Ta, a song about how brilliant and how powerful deviant sexuality is. Up behind the bus stop in the toilets of the street. There are traces of a killing on the floor beneath your feet.
Your world, my world. Your world, my world. . San Christobal on new year's day. Your world, my world. Sunny beach, L.A. Your world, my world. Blue and coral Kirkstall skies.
Albert. Bobby. For god´s sake, burn it down. . Nothing ever burns down by itself. Every fire needs a little bit of help. . Give the anarchist a cigarette.
Albert!. What?. Bobby!. What?. For god's sake burn it down. Nothing ever burns down by itself. Every fire needs a little bit of help. Nothing ever burns down by itself.
Open your eyes, time to wake up. Enough is enough is enough is enough. Give the fascist man a gunshot. . Trying and trying again. To get this damn thing done, it can't done.
It's a long walk to the gallows. It's a small step to swing free. The crying in the tower. For my conspirators and me. Gunpowder and modem. And a dream of liberty.