Down a tunnel, in a tube, on the floor, knocked down by booze. Busy man has blown his fuse while crossword people look for clues. I say sir, get your nose out the paper, take a good look at what's going down.
Living in the shadow of the mushroom tower. Who needs it?. Find no shelter from that kind of shower. Who needs it?. Nuclear rain, melting my brain. Who needs it - not you, not me, who needs this insanity?.
Round and round and round again. Increasing circles, what a fun game!. We think we're different, we're not the same. As you and he and she and he. And we always believed that we're something unique.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. You hate yourself, so you hate everybody else. People can make you feel small. Small is a size when age just won't rise fast enough.
What kind of things are you that live on papers. White papers that you say apply to me. Reams of rules constructed for protection. Protection for yourselves, but not for me.
In the beginning was the word, man said: Let there be more light. Electric scenes a maze of beams, neon brights that light our boring nights. On the second day he said: Let's have a gas.
There you are, waiting at the station. Searching frantically the place where you belong. Gave you a map that showed you your direction. A shadow tore it up and told you it was wrong.
Well, I saw your face in a photograph. I cried so much, I nearly laughed. You never really had the chance. To question why did you live some to cry some and die?.
I am the black man and you are the white. I am the deviant and you're always right. I am the darkness and you are the light. I am the black man, you're the white.
They'll tear out your heart, throw it knee-deep in a gut. 'cos that's what they do with the scum like me and you. And you feel as if you died, moisture standing on the line.
Down a tunnel, in a tube. On the floor, knocked down by booze. Busy man has blown his fuse. While crossword people look for clues. I say sir, get your nose out of the paper.
Living in the shadow of the mushroom tower. Who needs it?. Find no shelter from that kind of shower. Who needs it?. Nuclear rain, melting my brain. Who needs it - not you, not me, who needs this insanity?.
Round and round and round again. Increasing circles, what a fun game!. We think we're different, we're not the same. As you and me and she and he. . And we always believed that we're something unique.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. . Sometimes I find it so hard to understand. We had some laughs together. Together we tried to change hand in hand. But now it's come to this, for now goodbye.
Hazel O`Connor. . Grey skies, up above. Smokey London ain't you got any love. Empty faces, they don't care. Nobody gives too much cos nobody dare. Nobody dare ah ha,.
Hazel O`Connor - Neil O'Connor. . I swim across. A sea of broken dreams. I know that scene drownin's as easy as it seems. Yeah I know, I smile and let it go.
{Words & Music: Hazel O'Connor}. . You hate yourself, so you hate everybody else. People can make you feel small. Small is a size when age just won't rise fast enough.
What kind of things are you that deliver papers. White papers that you say apply to me. Reams of rules constructed for protection. Protection for yourselves, but not for me.
Manchester morning, Picadilly calling. I ask myself what is it to be free. Free from sorrow, love's tomorrow. Oh if I had a key how different it could be..
Hazel O`Connor. . I think I'd have to have lived a long long time ago. When the moon was around and we moved to the sound. of our own romantic song. And I gave you all the gifts that my body had to bear.