So, goodbye, please stay with your own kind. And I'll stay with mine, there's something against us. It's not time, it's not time. So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Heifer whines could be human cries. Closer comes the screaming knife. This beautiful creature must die. This beautiful creature must die. A death for no reason.
Smoke lingers 'round your fingers. Train, heave on to Euston. Do you think you've made the right decision this time?. . You left your tired family grieving.
Jeane. The low-life has lost its appeal. And I'm tired of walking these streets. To a room with a cupboard bare. . Jeane. I'm not sure what happiness means.
I left the North. I traveled South. I found a tiny house. And I can't help the way that I feel. . Oh yes, you can kick me. And you can punch me. And you can break my face.
I won't share you, no. I won't share you. With the drive and ambition. The zeal I feel, this is my time. . The note I wrote as she read. She said, "Has the perrier gone.
On the day that your mentality. Decides to try to catch up with your biology. . Come 'round 'cause I want the one I can't have. And it's driving me mad.
Hate, love and war. Force emotions to the fore. But not for me, of course, of course. I keep mine hidden, oh. . I keep mine hidden. But it's so easy for you.
Bought on stolen wine. A nod was the first step. You knew very well. What was coming next. . Bought on stolen wine. A nod was the first step. You knew very well.
All the streets are crammed with things. Eager to be held. I know what hands are for. And I'd like to help myself. . You ask me the time. But I sense something more.
Call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail. Six long years on your trail. . Call me morbid, call me pale. I've spent six years on your trail.
Girl afraid. Where do his intentions lay?. Or does he even have any?. . She says. "He never really looks at me. I give him every opportunity". . In the room downstairs.
Frankly, Mr. Shankly, this position I've held. It pays my way, and it corrodes my soul. I want to leave, you will not miss me. I want to go down in musical history.
The death of a disco dancer. Well, it happens a lot 'round here. And if you think peace is a common goal. That goes to show how little you know. . The death of a disco dancer.
Oh, Glenn. Don't come to the house tonight. Oh, Glenn. . Oh, Glenn. Don't come to the house tonight. Oh, Glenn. . Because there's somebody here. Who really really loves you.
Oh Glenn. Don't come to the house tonight. Oh Glenn. Oh Glenn. Don't come to the house tonight. Oh Glenn. Because there's somebody here. Who really really loves you.
Unruly boys. Who will not grow up. Must be taken in hand. Unruly girls. Who will not settle down. They must be taken in hand. . A crack on the head. Is what you get for not asking.
I would rather not go back to the old house. I would rather not go back to the old house. There's too many bad memories. Too many memories there, there, there.
Sing me to sleep. Sing me to sleep. I'm tired and I. I want to go to bed. . Sing me to sleep. Sing me to sleep. And then leave me alone. . Don't try to wake me.
Every day you must say. So, how do I feel about my life?. Anything is hard to find. When you will not open your eyes. When will you accept yourself ?.