He wants to dream like a young man. With the wisdom of an old man. He wants his home and security. He wants to live like a sailor at sea. . Beautiful loser.
He wants to dream like a young man. With the wisdom of an old man. He wants his home and security. He wants to live like a sailor at sea. . Beautiful loser.
Tony only reads Asian Babes. Danny's doing doves down the raves. Terry drinks his money away. Oh god, and his sons play drums all day. On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men.
Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear,. The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,. Maybe it's our kookiness,. Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns,.
Inside her is the suburbs, in the sodium lights and the streets. In the parked cars and the pretty parks, and in every disease. In the new loves under covers, in the cold touch of the right.
You say what you want to say. Your diamonds are drops of rain. Your smile is your credit card. And your currency is your love. . And the morning is for you.
with eyes of blue. and eyes of green. and eyes that watch. the drum machine. . and eyes of green. and eyes of blue. a thousand eyes. stare back at you.
I'm so sorry to hear about the news, don't you worry. I'll buy us a bottle and we'll drink in the petrol fumes. I'm so sorry to hear about your world, don't you worry.
Is it my imagination. Or is that a cardboard sky?. Is it just this situation. That's made me lose my mind?. . I don't need you to be sorry. I just wanted you to know.
she is a natural killer. she has a strange disguise. and she is cold as vanilla. she has that look in her eyes. . she, she hasn't any feelings. and she got nothing on her mind.
Oh, jumble sale mums, what are they on?. Kids just sit hanging round the street. And they've got somebody else's clothes on. Jumble sale dads, boil in the bag.
Have you ever been this low?. The taxis take you where you wanna go. Broken windows, endless television shows. I haven't ever been so low. I am the one, I sing the song.
Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car, it looks so easy. Filmstar, propping up the bar, driving in a car tonight. Filmstar, giving it class, living it fast, it looks so easy.
Watch the early morning sun. drip like blood from the day. See the pretty people run. so many games to play. See the blue suburban dream. under the jetplane sky.
Oh when you and I. Watch the planes go by, silver in the sky,. Do whatever we like,. Oh you and me. See the birds in the sea. People on the streets, do whatever we please.
Oh when you and I. Watch the planes go by, silver in the sky,. Do whatever we like,. Oh you and me. See the birds in the sea. People on the streets, do whatever we please.
We got a love that's cold as stone. We got a love from our violent homes. We got a love and it got no name. . We kiss our love with lips like pain. We got a lotta electricity.
you smoke your money, you burn your mind. you've done what's left of your social life. you sold your life for a big white rock. you're sucking on a pipe while the light's turned off.
You never move in trendy circles. You don't have a social life. You never seek sophistication. You're under qualified. You never heard Debussy. You never had the time.
1, 2, 3, 4. . bored (introspection). yeah (city sights). bored (no connection). yeah (got it right). . bored (cold, impatient). yeah (lonely nights). bored (no new traces).