"You've done it all. You've broken every code. And pulled the rebel to the floor. You've spoilt the game. No matter what you say. For only metal, what a bore.
(Steve Harley). You've done it all, you've broken every code. And pulled the Rebel to the floor. You spoilt the game, no matter what you say. For only metal-what a bore!.
You've done it all, you've broken every code. And pulled the rebel to the floor. You spoilt the game, no matter what you say. For only metal - what a bore!.
You've done it all. You've broken every .... Robbed the rebel ... the .... You ... the game. No matter what you say. ... . . ... . . . .. Your lies, your lies.
You're wearing grey today, you're from Berlin I'd say. You're a model. Can I be blue for you, like I'm in fashion too?. See me wobble. We'll be a pair of swells and dig the best hotels.
Rose and Cross - so is the battle lost?. Is there now no time to jive?. Rose and Cross - you know the price it's cost?. But the hope is still, the hope is still alive.
Gee, but it's hard when one lowers one's guard to the vultures. Me, I regard it a tortuous hardship that smoulders. Like a peppermint eaten away. (will fight, will I swagger or sway? ).
It was just like a dream, yeah, a surreal scene, like a blue orange. I thought my senses had gone, like I was writing a song about a foot-long. Syringe.
European Maids, hard to ignore. You, me and the boys, barred from the shore. Fresh-faced imbeciles, laughing at me. I've been laughing myself, is that so hard to see?.
Pop paper people printing "rebel insane". They in my head and digging into my brain. I need umbrella to keep out the rain. I can't hope to keep the pace I have made.
He can remember hearing words of wonder. "failure is on the inside". So often does he wonder. How hard it is without a guide. . This manipulator of crazes.
I been losing my head. I been losing my way. I been losing my brain cells at a million a day. I been so disillusioned. I'm on suicide street. I seen everything.
As the sun was coming up on the danube, the hotel room was alive. It's heart was beating hard as thunder, there were three of us. There for the night.
Simply Lorraine sings for a while. In a three-octave harmonica style. It's easy to see her harmony. stabbing at my songs from behind. Trying to stick her cosmic philosopher's.
She, got my number and she - chasing me so far. Me, out of slumber, I can do with no faut-pas. Mixed-up and bleeding, I's high on beleiving. It's all surreal.
Mr. Soft, turn around and force the world. To watch the things you're going through. Mr. Soft, believe everything they tell you. And be dammed if they'll thank you.
Exhibition yourself we'll hold a show on the shelf. Now we can feel a change is on the way. You're not a skin or a spiv. boy who are you trying to kid.
You've done it all, you've broken every code. And pulled the rebel to the floor. You spoilt the game, no matter what you say. For only metal, what a bore!.
I should say by the way that you're acting today. I can tell by the sigh in your eye. I can sure understand by the palm of your hand. That you know I'm so hot I could fry.
You've done it all, you've broken every code. And pulled the rebel to the floor. You spoilt the game, no matter what you say. For only metal, what a bore!.