Last night I dreamt. That somebody loved me. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm. . Last night I felt. Real arms around me. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm.
I am the son. And the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth. How can you say.
Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself could life ever be sane again?. The Leeds side-streets that you slip down.
I am the son. And the heir. Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I am the son and heir. Of nothing in particular. . You shut your mouth. How can you say.
I was minding my business. Lifting some lead off. The roof of the Holy Name church. It was worthwhile living a laughable life. To set my eyes on the blistering sight.
Punctured bicycle. On a hillside desolate. Will nature make a man of me yet?. . When in this charming car. This charming man. . Why pamper life's complexity.
Take me out tonight. Where there's music and there's people. And they're young and alive. Driving in your car. I never never want to go home. Because I haven't got one.
Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty,. Put me on the train for London Town,. Take me anywhere,. Drop me anywhere,. Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham. But I don't care,.
Oh! Take me back to dear old Blighty,. Put me on the train for London Town,. Take me anywhere,. Drop me anywhere,. Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham. But I don't care,.
Belligerent ghouls. Run Manchester schools. . Spineless swines. Cemented minds. . Sir leads the troops. Jealous of youth. Same old suit since nineteen sixty two.
The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies. A murderous desire for love. How can they look into my eyes. And still they don't believe me?.
The boy with the thorn in his side. Behind the hatred there lies. A murderous desire for love. How can they look into my eyes. And still they don't believe me?.
I decree today that life is simply taking and not giving. England is mine, it owes me a living. But ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye. Oh, ask me why, and I'll spit in your eye.
From the ice-age to the dole-age. There is but one concern. I have just discovered :. . Some girls are bigger than others. Some girls are bigger than others.
Is it wrong to want to live on your own?. No, it's not wrong, but I must know. How can someone so young. Sing words so sad?. . Sheila take a, Sheila take a bow.
Young bones groan, and the rocks below say. "Throw your skinny body down, son". . But I'm going to meet the one I love. So please don't stand in my way.
Panic on the streets of London. Panic on the streets of Birmingham. I wonder to myself. Could life ever be sane again?. The leeds side-streets that you slip down.
I'd like to drop my trousers to the world. I am a man of means, of slender means. Each household appliance. Is like a new science in my town. And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion.
When you walk without ease. On these. Streets where you were raised. I had a really bad dream. It lasted twenty years, seven months, and twenty seven days.
Last night I dreamt. That somebody loved me. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm. . Last night I felt. Real arms around me. No hope, no harm. Just another false alarm.