Here her head she lay. Until she'd rise and say. "I'm starved of mirth. Let's go and trip a dwarf". . Oh, what to be done with her ?. Oh, what to be done with her ?.
The rain falls hard on a humdrum town. This town has dragged you down. Oh, the rain falls hard on a humdrum town. This town has dragged you down. . Oh, no and everybody's got to live their life.
What she said, "How come. Someone hasn't noticed that I'm dead. And decided to bury me?. God knows, I'm ready". . What she said was sad. But then, all the rejection she's had.
All men have secrets and here is mine. So let it be known. For we have been through hell and high tide. I think I can rely on you. And yet you start to recoil.
Well I wonder, do you hear me. When you sleep, I hoarsely cry. Well I wonder, do you see me. When we pass, I have died. . Please keep me in mind. Please keep me in mind.
I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday. I've come to wish you an unhappy birthday. 'Cause you're evil and you lie and if you should die. I may feel slightly sad but I won't cry.
In a river, the color of lead. Immerse a baby's head. Wrap her up in the news of the world. Dump her on a doorstep, girl. This night has opened my eyes.
My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wonder kind. You took me behind a disused railway line. And said, "I know a place where we can go where we are not known".
Take me out tonight. Where there's music and there's people. And they're young and alive. Driving in your car. I never never want to go home. Because I haven't got one.
Please don't cry, for the ghost and the storm outside. Will not invade this sacred shrine nor infiltrate your mind. My life down I shall lie if the bogey-man should try.
H was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan. He said that he'd never, never do it again. And of course he won't, oh, not until the next time. . He was a sweet and tender hooligan, hooligan.
Over the moor, take me to the moor. Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down. Over the moor, take me to the moor. Dig a shallow grave and I'll lay me down.
On the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. On a three-day debate, on the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. . Two icy cold hands conducting the way.
On the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. On a three-day debate, on the high-rise estate. What's at the back of your mind?. . Two icy cold hands conducting the way.
Stop me, oh, oh-o, stop me. Stop me if you think. That you've heard this one before. . Stop me, oh, oh-o, stop me. Stop me if you think. That you've heard this one before.
The last night of the fair. By the big wheel generator. A boy is stabbed. And his money is grabbed. And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine. . She is famous.
It's time the tale were told. Of how you took a child. And you made him old. . It's time the tale were told. Of how you took a child. And you made him old.
Upon the sand, upon the bay. "There is a quick and easy way", you say. Before you illustrate. I'd rather state. . I'm not the man you think I am. I'm not the man you think I am.
Good times for a change. See, the luck I've had. Can make a good man turn bad. . So please, please, please. Let me, let me, let me. Let me get what I want this time.
At the record company meeting. On their hands a dead star. And oh, the plans they weave. And oh, the sickening greed. . At the record company party. On their hands a dead star.