defiant - yes, and let your voices swell. Stare that beastie in the face and really give him hell. Beastie! There's a beast upon my shoulder, (Beastie!) and
me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman. Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing. Take women and children and
to the test. Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth. Looking for sunshine - oh but it's black and it's cold Yet, you say that milk and honey
needle match - did we want them to? We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play. All so predictable and we know it. We'll settle old scores now, and
In the half-tone light of a young morning she sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy
Sea birds call your name and the mountain's on fire as the summer lightening cuts the sky like a hot wire. And you ride on the swell and your heart
and called the tune and you marched the band away. Take a hand and take a bow. You played for me; that's all for now, oh, and never mind the words
as strangers will, let the stress unload. Talk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear. Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and
watching the girls go by. And they move so smooth without even trying. He's still watching me watching you watching the trains go by. And the crowd thins and
Along the coast road, by the headland the early lights of winter glow. I'll pour a cup to you my darling. Raise it up - say Cheerio.
, yes and let your voices swell Stare that beastie in the face and really give him hell Beastie, there's a beast upon my shoulder Beastie, and a fiend
Take women and children and bed them down Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman Bless with a hard hearth and
Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you, my darling And raise it up, say, "Cheerio"
been put to the test Come clean for once and hit us with the truth Looking for sunshine, oh, but it's black and it's cold Yet, you say that milk and
needle match, did we want them to? We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play All so predictable and we know it We'll settle old scores now and
In the half tone light of a young morning She sighs and shifts on her pillow And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the pussy willow
Sea birds call your name and the mountain's on fire As the summer lightning cuts the sky like a hot wire And you ride on the swell and your heart is
And take pleasure in your leaving As the ferry sails and tears are dried And cows come home at evening? Would you get behind a slow marching band And
