I'll walk this long road 'Till I find my way home To somewhere familiar To lay down my bones The trouble is, nothing looks the same The trouble is,
I like my loneliness and the thoughts it brings The darkness can sometimes be a pleasure to me I stand around on the outside of it peering from the edge
Progress is so good You've got to keep it moving You have to be rich Or richer than your father Money matters always seem to get you down But money
Please could you hold this I can't take it anymore I'm bruised and broken Rest my head against the floor Well, I'm fed up with this train of events
(by Beck) Haven't got a lot to learn And my eyes stray again Looking for a satellite In the rays of heaven again There's no other ending Sunday sun
Ninety days will protect our ways Fire puts out fire We'll build walls then we'll build them higher This will keep them out The street's on fire The
The first duty of man Is to collect as many things as he can Nothing should stand in his way This should be his sole pursuit Time-wasting is a crime
I turn around and I'm in your world Your pleasure is my pain in your world But, dissatisfied I'll crawl to your world But, your body's warmth will only
Electric light won?t shine through My darkest thoughts they stick like glue Too many hours till the daytime comes And in the meantime I can watch Shadows
The first duty of man Is to collect as many things as he can Nothing should stand in his way This should be his sole pursuit Time-wasting is a crime And
Progress is so good You've got to keep it moving You have to be rich Or richer than your father Money matters always seem to get you down But money doesn
I'll walk this long road 'Till I find my way home To somewhere familiar To lay down my bones The trouble is, nothing looks the same The trouble is, I
