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In the high life, i've got this feeling
I've got this horrible feeling On the escalator they took it out of him As the ridiculous world went, oh Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one, oh On the high wire, dressed in a leotard There wobbles one hell of a retard On the escalator, we shit paracetemol As the ridiculous world goes, by Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one Oh he is goneHe's my insatiable one Oh he is gone He's my insatiable one Oh he is gone And he was, my inflatable one |
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| 2. |
| 5:24 |
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Don't take your life 'cos your bicycle won't fly
You may be going to heaven tonight Don't spoil the show for the love of some albino You won't be going to heaven alone I see her by the window waiting every night So I wouldn't give a shit if your bicycle's in bits I think I'm going to heaven on it I see her by the window pour the poison from you I'll go there through the wondow in my 16-hole boots And I'll sing to the birds here at my side And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life Don't take your life 'cos your bicycle won't fly You may be going to heaven tonight I wouldn't give a shit if your bicycle's in bits I think I'm going to heaven on it I see her by the window and I see there's a day We'll walk out through the traffic and pour the poison away So I'll sing to the birds there at my side And I'll sing to the birds who will save my life I will lie down for her |
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| 3. |
| 5:34 |
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Out in the sticksOut in the stickiness
They're chasing round in stolen ice cream vans They're sparking up with someone, oh They're covering their jumpers in roses, oh-oh Where pigs don't fly, oh-ohOut over there Out in the sticky wire fire Your royal stickiness, your highness I've heard there's someone saying I do And banging at an old piano...tune Where the pigs don't fly, I do Where the pigs don't fly, I do Where the pigs don't fly, I do Where the pigs don't fly, I do I do |
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| 4. |
| 5:13 |
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wake up every day
But I don't want it that way I take my thoughts to the roundabout Cause me and them we like to get out Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh, if he is dead La Da La *3 He said he had a horrible house I looked in it and learnt to shut my mouth He said I had the look of a son With all the love and poison of London Oh-oh-oh, what you do in your head You do in your headOh-oh-oh if he is dead Oh-oh-oh what you do in your head You do in your head Oh-oh-oh if he is dead La Da La... |
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| 5. |
| 4:28 |
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I watch the slow hand kill the day
I see my starring mode take away I watch the skyline, for him to come And when he comes alone, we'll be gone And we'll go into the city, into the light We'll be there in the headlines, in care of the night Cause this is the big time, this is the way Now he's in the big time he'll show you the way This is the big timeThis is the way Now he's in the big time And your in the way... |
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| 6. |
| 5:49 |
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You'll hide among the lovers and wave
As the aeroplanes go by There's nothing to say when you sleep All day, but "bye-bye". Your mind will find another And that's where the days have gone And all you can hear is a stereo Somewhere playing a pig-of-a-song And you'll know her, know her When she comes. When you turn the light out Light out, she'll come. She called you from across the city You hired a car to crawl But with the high rise still in your eyes You wonder who's out there at all. And you'll know her, know her When she comes. When you turn the light out Light out, she'll come. When you turn the light out Light out, she'll come. Stop making me older, start making me new. |
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| 7. |
| 2:49 |
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Where's all the money gone?I'm talking to you
All up the whole in your arm is the needle a much better screw But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go. Where is this life of fun, that you promised me? Nothing here works but your works and I mean it I have to leave But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go. If I was the wife of an acrobat I look like the living dead, boy You're on the wire and can't get back Let's talk about the living dead Could have had a carCould have had it all Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall. I know where the money's gone I know what you do Cos I've seen the hole in your arm and the needle's a much better screw But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go. |
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| 8. |
| 4:27 |
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In a hired car she will come to England from the sea
And as the tide flows the London snows will come And from the skyline shines the lies of the government's singular history So in a hired world she will buy a gun And she will come from India With a love in her eyes That say,oh how my dark star will rise In a rented gear 2000 years we waited for a man But with a tattooed tear she'd die for us all tonight And she will come from India with a love in her eyes That say, oh how my dark star will rise oh how my dark oh how my dark oh how my dark will rise. And she will come from India with a gun at her side Or she will come from Argentina with her cemetary eyes That say, oh how my dark star will rise, Oh how my dark star will rise, And she will rise, she will rise She will rise... |
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| 9. |
| 4:07 |
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All the white kids shuffle to the heavy metal stutter
And go shaking on the scene like killing machines And they know that when she's stacked up top She'll be a sucker for the shotgun show Shaking obscene like killing machines here we go It's the same old show, He's a killer he's a flash boy oh He's a killer he's a killer he's a flash boy oh Oh if you shake your fake tan thru aerosol land you'll know That you'll suffer your sex by the caravanettes oh no And that shitter with the pout won't be putting it about no more oh shaking obscene like a killing machine here we go It's the same old show, he's a killer he's a flash boy oh He's a killer he's a flash boy oh... oh and Athena loves your body So think of the sea my darling Think of the sea as you murder me It's the same old show, he's a killer, he's a flash boy oh This is the killing of a flash boy oh. |
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| 10. |
| 4:22 |
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We are only young
but we style our future with a cattle gun We are idle rich so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch Cause when the firelight shocks like a cop shop pyre we'll jack the politics for premonition and fire and we'll move like Nuryev at night Coast to coast Side to side Shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast We are only young but we style our future in the shadow of guns We are not idle rich so we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch cause when the stylised kick of the filmstar whip, cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips we'll be moving like Nuryev at night Coast to coast Side to side shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast Side to side feel the steel that shines outside the blinds Coast to coast Side to side blades engraved with babies' names while pylons hide the suicide Coast to coast Side to side shines the light of fine enlightened minds Coast to coast Side to side feel the steel that shines outside the blinds Coast to coast Side to side blades engraved with babies' names |
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| 11. |
| 4:08 |
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(Light up)
Come on to me My winter son We can lie on the rails And when the morning comes We'll be miles away, miles away Slipping away while the city sleeps Running away from this cruel disease Miles away, miles away Modern boys, modern boys Hand in hand, sick of the fear Chasing away all the hungry years With the modern boys, oh no Come on to me my sickly thing We can lie on the rails But to really win We'll just drive away, drive away Yes, the world calls My internationalLet's decades die Let the parties fall And we'll be miles away, miles away Cos we'll be living like Modern boys, modern boys Hand in hand, sick of the fear Chasing away all the hungry years With the, modern boys, modern boys Into the night, under the stars Jumping the lights in the silent cars He's on your left, I'm on your right It's so easy in the concrete night |
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| 12. |
| 4:29 |
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She was standing smoking counting stolen change
Don't someone have the guts to complain? Said Superman I'm a big fan, let's get something straight Well you don't have the guts to complain Now your son's coming out to the rain Your son's coming out to the rain When you're on your own Standing by the phone We should get together By the supermarket stand Just taking it hand-in-hand We should get together Just think of the love you'll save Not stuck in your early grave We should get together, together, together I saw you standing smoking counting stolen change But I don't have the guts to complain Well I picked you up, got mixed up with you That's OK'cos now I've got the guts to complain Your sons coming out to the rain Your sons coming out to the rain When you're on your own Standing by the phone We should get together Got a supermarket stand Just taking it hand-in-hand We should get together Just think of the love you'll save Not stuck in your early grave We should get together, together, together... (whole verse repeated 3 times) |
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| 3:15 |
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When you're high on diesel nightly
And the traffic starts to roll Smoke a cigarette and watch the black girls In the white boys world Anything is possible see or feel the noise For the Bentswood boys Where the karma comes with the kids and cat food You see Tina push the pram'cos she was on her back In his estate car And in the back of his van Anything is possible see or feel the noise For the Bentswood boysFor the Bentswood boys (Things are happening) For the Bentswood boys (mmm... tell it like it is!) Don't take me down Don't take me down Don't take me down south... (whole verse repeated 4 times) For the Bentswood boys |
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| 5:37 |
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Run with me baby,
Let your hair down Through every station, through every town Run with me, baby Let's take a chance, From Heathrow to Hounslow From the Eastern Block to France. Europe is our playground, London is our town So run with me baby now. Run with me baby, Let your hair down. Through every station, through every town Run with me, baby Let's make a stand From peepshow to disco From Spain to Camber Sands Europe is our playground, London is our town So run with me baby now. Europe is our playground London is our town So run with me baby now. Run with me, come with me Run with me baby now... |
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| 1. |
| 4:28 |
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Oh when you and I
Watch the planes go by Silver in the sky, Do whatever we like Oh you and me See the birds and the sea People on the streets Could do whatever we please When every Monday morning Comes every Monday morning, yeah-yeah Oh every Monday morning Comes every Monday morning Yeah Oh when you and I Watch the London sky The traffic rolling by Do whatever we like So we chase the day away Feel the morning rain Piss our money down the drain And do whatever they say But every Monday morning Comes every Monday morning, yeah-yeah Oh every Monday morning Comes every Monday morning Yeah |
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| 3:52 |
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Have you ever been this low?
Taxi's take you where you wanna go Broken windows endless television shows I haven't ever been so low I am the one, oh-oh I sing the song, oh-oh My lights are on, oh-oh But there's nobody home, oh-oh Nobody home, oh-oh So much happening today, A thousand people come and go and stay and fade away. They draw the blinds and watch the show Have you ever been so low? I am the one, oh-oh I sing the song, oh-oh My lights are on, oh-oh But there's nobody home, oh-oh Nobody home, oh-oh I am the one, oh-oh I sing the song, oh-oh My lights are on, oh-oh But there's nobody home, oh-oh I sing the song, ah-ah.... |
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| 3:57 |
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She takes the blame, takes the pain
But the world smiles 'Cos outside is just a taxi ride to drive away So She packs her bags, Calls a cab and the world smiles And inside where she feels all right And turns to say: "Yes it's the end, the final showdown Yes it's the end of our small love You'll have to find another no one To take take the shit like I have Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end." She feels the sun, phones her mum And the world smiles, 'Cos outside in the morning light it's another day She packs her bags, Smokes a fag, and the world smiles 'Cos inside where she feels all right And turns to say." "Yes, it's the end, the final showdown Yes it's the end of our small love You'll have to find another no one Who'll take take the shit like I have Well I guess this is the end, I guess this is the end...oh well..." |
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| 4:35 |
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Oh, Tony only reads Asian Babes
Oh, Danny's doing Doves down the raves Oh, Terry drinks his money away Oh God, and his sons play drums all day On the scene, on the dole In your eyes, in your soul The Young Men, Young Men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men Here we, here we go again Oh, Les says Punk isn't dead Oh, Mick he's not impeccably bred Oh, Paul he just can't get out of bed Oh God, and Phil's still off his head On the scene, on the dole In your eyes, in your soul The Young Men, Young Men You are the ones, are the system are the sons Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men Here we, here we go again On the scene, on the dole In your eyes, in your soul The Young Men, Young Men You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons Are the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men Cheating on the wives All shiny suits and lazy lies It's the Young Men, Young Men Insulting everyone, picked up your sister Kicked your son It's the Young Men, Young Men Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets Cash in the pubs It's the Young Men, Young Men Boozing on the train P-45s and cheap champagne It's the Young Men, Young Men, Young Men |
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| 5:00 |
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She walks the streets of summer
Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time The cash machines are laughing As plastic people passing She walks the streets to pass-the time Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah She sees the midnight taxis For toilets and the back streets She feels the wheels and needs the life Outside there's crazy parties As painted faces laughing So many ways to pass the time Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah, ah-ah She walks the streets of summer Inside her there's no future She walks the streets to pass the time Inside she feels like winter For the child who died within her She walks the streets to pass the time Sadie, Sadie hear the, sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah Sadie, Sadie knows the sound of the streets It's the same as anything, ah-ah, ah-ah |
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| 4:05 |
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You thought you'd come and amaze me honey
You thought you'd come and amaze me with your money You thought you'd come and amaze me honey Get flash get cash, get phoney. You thought you'd come and amaze me honey You thought you'd come and amaze me with your money You thought you'd come and amaze me honey Get rich get stitched get lonely. So come and amaze me So come and amaze me It takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on It's money, money, money You though you'd come and amaze me honey You though you'd come and amaze me with your money You though you'd come and amaze me honey Get wheels get heels get Sloaney. You though you'd come and amaze me honey You though you'd come and amaze me with your money You though you'd come and amaze me honey Get fucked pissed up get loaded. So come and amaze me So come and amaze me Takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on, its the money Yes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on, its the money Takes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Some find a one and a one turns them on, its the money Yes everyone, every son, every dad and every mum Its the pig of a life for a man and a wife It the money la....money. |
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| 5:46 |
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Dressed as a cowboy on top of a hill
It's sadder than it probably sounds He gets lovely the more he's ill Don't OD on him now Dressed as a woman with horrible hair And singing to the birds in town Who goes walking through traffic out there Don't OD on her now Oh, is it true, what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? Married to me is a hungry son Who wants to push me from the 2nd floor We're so disco we can't get on In this world anymore Oh, is it true, what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? Dressed as a cowboy in a permanent gag It's sadder than it probably sounds So fucking what if he's licking the bag? Don't OD on him now Oh, is it true, what they say about you? Oh, is it true what they say about you two? |
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| 5:46 |
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Oh, day after day, every morning
The city sighs and cars collide Oh we take the train Through the winter hinterlands and garage bands An we wash it away, we wash it away this grey Wash it away Oh, cos this time is yours and mine Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds This scene is you and me Oh in the lazy sun, we're the lonely ones Oh, day after day, every morning The roundabouts will take us out Past every train in every station Traffic signs and circle lines Oh we wash it away, we wash it away this grey Wash it away Oh, cos this time is yours and mine Oh hear the city sound, see the lonely crowds This scene is you and me Oh in the lazy sun, we're the lonely ones |
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| 4:15 |
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Oh, jumble sale mums, what are they on?
Kids just sit hanging round the street And they've got somebody else's clothes on Jumble sale dads, boil in the bag Says some things that I can't repeat, and he swears... Oh, this ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife Oh, jumble sale mums, what are they on? Kids just sit hanging round the street And they've got somebody else's clothes on Jumble sale dads, now she's packed her bags Says some things that I can't repeat, and he swears... Oh, this ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife This ain't the highlife |
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| 6:21 |
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Hey lazy lay, and that of course
A day in the life we dream of sheep Seasong and photo and day let's go Listen to the music in your sleep These are the sad songs, that cloak our lives These are the sad songs, the lies you've had These are the good times, you keep inside These are the good things, that you can have if you try Venus and furs an occasional dream Sign of the times and there is day Lazy items and they know you Listen to the music in your head These are the sad songs, the broken wives These are the sad songs, the lies you've had These are the good times, you keep us sane These are the good things, that you can have if you try These are the sad songs, the broken glass These are the sad songs, the lives we've had These are the good times, you keep inside These are the good things, that you can have if you try And all the sad songs And all the wives And all the sad songs The lies you've had And all the good times, you keep inside And all the good things, that you can have if you try |
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| 5:24 |
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Inside her, is the suburbs
In the sodium lights and the streets In parked cars and the booty cars In every lonely disease In the new love under covers In the cold touch of the rights In the dead flowers and the silent hours In the night-clubs and the fights Cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she, she's cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Sadie Inside her, is the suburbs In the old front rooms in the rain In all the bad days, and the music he plays In the bored kids and their games In the new love under covers And the young mums and their words Let at home when all the kids have grown Watching all the pretty young girls Cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she, she's cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Sadie Cold, cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh you know she, she's cold as the night High as the trees, slow as you like Oh, I've got to take it and I've got to make it and I've got to see it and I've got to be it and I've got to use it and I've got to use it and I've got to be Sadie Sadie |
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| 4:51 |
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Graffiti women draw pictures on the wall
Graffiti slogans and situations fall Just made up people who wander through the rain Graffiti people got nothing got no name And you sleep but they'll find you And they'll carve their number in your minds And they steal what they want from who they want from time to time Graffiti women swap stories in the dark Graffiti women take photos at the dark And tenement people who wander through the day Graffiti people got nothing got no name And you sleep but they'll find you And they'll carve their number in your minds And they'll steal what they want from who they want from time to time And you sleep but they'll find you And they carve their number in your minds And they steal what they want from who they want from time to time And you'll sleep but they'll find you And they carve their number in your minds And so steal what you want from who you want from time to time |
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| 3:55 |
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You've had your fun
Your money's gone Your only friend is the telephone Oh duchess, now you're one of us You stay at home And light the lights It make you smile in the empty night Oh duchess, now you're one of us Well she knows Latinos, and she knows Mexicans And she sits alone by the telephone but they won't call back again You count the bands, you cut your hair And someone saying you're a millionaire Oh duchess, now you're one of us You've friends to see, a car to drive You go to bars but you're much too shy Oh duchess, now you're one of us Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans And she sits alone over thirteen stone And they won't come back again oh li-da-di-da-di oh li-da-di-da-di oh li-da-di-da-di oh oh Well she knows Latinos and she knows Mexicans But nothing sad stuff and they've had enough And they won't come back again You've had your fun Your money's gone You spend all day by the telephone |
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