a l l o f a s u d d e n ( i t ' s t o o l a t e ) What can I say? why do we starve a thing thats near extinction? from day to day these weeds of
Save us from the ball and chain save us from the ball and chain save us from the ball and chain, oh yeah the diggers and the tower cranes the diggers
man acting like a farmer and he's treated the woman like a poor cow we got to treat you better from now, but man is just a baby and he's needing
round with no time to spare. I'm so dizzy I'm neither here nor there, in this traffic jam I just want to shout let me off o'this english roundabout english
fly on the wall I am the fly on the wall my prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door you didn't notice
chant your spirit free; rush to greet truth like a dart shake your bag o'bones shake your bag o'bones, that's not traffic roar -- that's a leopard
as you see, science once again robs us of our jobs they've put a micro-chip in my place, I hide behind screen of aggression nowadays it's just a way
There may be no golden fleece but human riches I'll release oh, my head is spinning like the world and it's filled with beasts I've seen, let me put
The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the line; the husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying their cushion-floor;
programmes of violence as entertainment brings the disease into your room we know the germ which is man-made in metal is really a key to your own
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways, please come home oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways, please come home daddy hit you in a temper, but he's sorry now,
Hey hey,the clouds are whey, there's straw for the donkeys and the innocents can all sleep safely all sleep safely. my my, sun is pie there's fodder
it isn't even winter and I'm freezing, freezing, and this sort of feeling isn't pleasing and what I want to know, man why, oh why does she treat me
We, we will dance like tiny boats with cotton sails upon the tops of the seas, that would pull us down to the depths and crush us flat if given half
Leisure They taught me how to work But they can't teach me how to shirk correctly Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh As you see, science once again robs
spare I'm so dizzy, I'm neither here nor there In this traffic jam, I just want to shout "Let me off o' this English roundabout" English roundabout, English roundabout English
Here we go then I am the fly up on the wall My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer I just came flying through your door You didn't notice
