What do you do when your roots have dissolved and broken down And the soil that you grew in when you were small Has become nothing more than dirt in
Spent the night in three drinks time Where the bars were full it was summertime Punks were hangin out in the park While someone practised electric guitar
22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city it's alright 22 grand job In the city that sounds nice, It's alright, it's alright In
Don't you ever pretend That we are more than friends? Despite the metal and wires I still have human desires I'll wait here til the end For my dividend
Don't talk rubbish to me i use reason on my brain it's those little superstitions that get me through the stress and strain i have made my contributions
You are not an open book I can't do nothing 'bout that But I'm worried, I'm overdrawn What am I doing up at the witching hour? Oh-o-oh-o Oh-o-oh-o Oh
Lying underneath the cover In my hand a perfect lover No rejection, no contreception No commitment, just ejaculation Just got paid, I can't get laid
When I was younger I felt so pure I didn't know corruption waited for me I tried to duck, I tried to freeze Tried to bury my head in the sand But the
I'm walking unknown territory Where the sun's not shining There's nothing golden about Golden Lane The smoke is heavy in my lungs and The adverts are
Oh God I'm running late again I don't believe this Another Wednesday morning on the train to work And my weekend spread into the middle of the week
I'll meet you in West Germany October 1983 I know that freedom was a lie And your husband was a spy You say that words are impotent But they can help
Girl, i slip into your bedroom the light from your mac cuts through the gloom, like moonlight its so fucking grim out there, lets hibernate i'm sick
All dressed up with somewhere to go Got ten new messages on your phone Keep trying to stop the night from falling to pieces The night goes on and on
I just woke up Everything was fucked From the night before I was beyond repair I had just woke up Everything was wrong All the cats were dead And the
I suggested at a truce, you spat out some excuse, You're violent, violent, They don't like you hanging round, you're bleeding on their ruby ground, You
We are the animals, who have lost our hair. Retained some of our teeth, and gained a choice... We'll chase food, money and sex, until satisfied. And
Though I been thinking about it, I live with the idea the way we where would last forever yeah it all seemed pretty clear. but when the foundations shook
I wake up, Didn't know what was going on, Pictures of home, Repeated again and again, Electrical problems, What they said on CNN, Electrical problems
