Here comes heart beat Picked up on every street She knows what its for Like she said she knows the score All I wanna know, All I wanna know Does she
See that man dressed in black Pass him by don't look back Keep in a line and walk straight ahead One false move could be dead 'Cos he's an underground
Chemical war chemical war, nations to destroy Chemical war chemical war, future nightmare toy Chemical war chemical war, and if you should survive Chemical
Last night I see you you were howling at the moon If I ever see you again it will be too soon The house that you live in will burn down to the ground
Quite often I get a thinking How as kids we got by Like christmas time in our house We couldn't even afford a fire But we made do in our house Back
Get excited when we touch Hey little baby i love you too much I get excited when we kiss I don't believe luck can be like this I get excited when we
Let's get drunk Let's get drunk Let's get drunk Let's get drunk Why does the pressure get to me Why does life have to be So fucking irritating Everybody
I'm sitting here and I wonder why Could this be true I'm a dog I am selfish And did I really do this to you One day I'll wake up from this dream And
well i live in a car, yeah i live in a car well i ain't got no television set or stereo cos i live in a car don't try to call me up on the telephone
There's a bottle in the corner That's where I'm gonna stay Just me and my bottle of French wine We're gonna drink the night away Nobody comes, nobody
Dolly rockers dressed to kill Holding on to rocker bill It ain't the 50's anymore Born a rocker,die a rocker Drunk outside the local dive Her daddy
One two three Four five six Gotta do a dance And it goes like this Yeah some little girl's gotta hold on me She's only thirteen but oh so sweet Got
See them coming down the street Greasy heads and creeper feet They don't make no social call Born a rocker,die a rocker Meeting at the local hall Thinking
I tried to get you on the telephone But all day long got your number wrong Then I remembered that I wrote it on the shirt But I went and got it dirty
Public servant Number one Sits in Whitehall Is waited on Do they know something We don't know Public servant Number two Sits in Whitehall with nothing
Soldiers of Islem are loading their guns They're getting ready but the Russian tanks are mowing them down They're getting ready There's children in Africa
Barbie wore black, black hat Barbie wore gloves, warm gloves Barbie was thin, white skin Barbie's in bed, she's dead Bellboy cries for Barbie Mailman
Inner City life is getting me down Poliece and gang wars all over town Closing down our clubs for no good reason Hassle us on the street take away our
