Well, you got the eyes, you got the lips, With your long blonde hair and your wild young hips; You look like a million, including tips... Well, I'm a
cry, cry, cry, All the way home. [Chorus:] All the way home, All the way home. Yes, I'm gonna cry, cry, cry, All the way home. Well, her daddy never liked
Bitch School. Bitch School. You're a beauty. You're the best of your breed. You're a handful. And I know what you need. You need training. Gonna bring you to heel. I'm gonna break
through the night If I'm to make Baghdad by light Of dawn. The sun's not your friend in the desert Like he is at home. (Is at home) The wind has a name
The elves are dressed in leather And the angels are in chains (Christmas with the Devil) The sugar plums are rancid And the stockings are in flames (
, Can't go back To girls like you Here she comes Lovely, Here she comes Deadly, Here she comes Big as life. There she goes, Snubs me; There she goes Cuts me, There she goes, Like
just too rough. What do they know? Life's just a show. Go re-load your gun. Just begin again. Make the bastards eat their words. Just begin again. Like
she comes! Here she comes to... Cut them down to size, And dry the tears in my eyes. Here she comes that Rainy Day Sun, Like a moppet at a birthday
Shall he lie there forever with a tube up his nose And his peepee and poopoo slipping out through a hose? Or shall he be released to float towards the light? Like
the endless song We send our hearts into the night Soaring to heaven And will out hearts still beat on Or will they Break Like The Wind Ooh, Break Like The Wind
coal, We're in this together...and ever... When we die, do we haunt the sky? Do we lurk in the murk of the seas? What then? Are we born again? Just to sit asking questions like
winners play to win. Always love the sinner, you may even like the sin. The door that used to open has closed without a crack. Woman, you're like the
Late afternoon in the open air; A human sea made out of mud and hair. Ain't nothing like a festival crowd: There's too many people so we play too loud
Springtime is on my mind Flowers blooming, all the time Smell the roses Smell the grass Old man winter can kiss my ass [chorus:] Don't you think that
gonna cry, cry, cry all the way home All the way home All the way home Yes, I'm gonna cry, cry, cry All the way home Now her daddy never liked me,
Well, you got the eyes and you got the lips With your long blond hair and your wild young hips You look like a million, including tips Well, I'm a busy
I'll have to ride through the night If I'm to make Baghdad by light of dawn The sun's not your friend in the desert Like he is at home The wind has a
Can't go back To girls like you No Here she comes Lovely Here she comes Deadly Here she comes Big as life There she goes Snubs me There she goes Cuts me There she goes Like