"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 .... Robbed the rebel ... the .... You ... the game. No matter what you say. ... . . ... . . . .. Your lies, your lies.
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!.
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!.