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They piss'n'moan
And push'n'shove So below As it is above From every mouth Words blare Off every surface Words glare Til there's nowhere to look Except to stare At reflections in The subway glass Fluorescent lit skin Looks harsh So best pretend To be asleep In case you have to Give up your seat To anyone less fortunate than... But the train stops Beneath the streets Shift your legs Tap your feet Open an eye Start to speak But the words get stuck Between your teeth Truth is truth Lies are lies Headlines strike Between the eyes But when is a word Not a word? How's the meaning Been reversed? Twisted, torn Tricked & turned Inside out Upside down Til there's nothing left to talk about... except yourself So you say... "I spy with my little eye something beginning with... me" Ever get lonely? Don't you ever feel phony? Ain't the train going slowly? They say it's gonna get snowy Don't you ever feel holy? And think you wanna be a yogi? What a load of baloney! Do you wanna come home with me? Don't you ever get lonely? Don't you ever get... Roll over roll over it's over it's over. |
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Say it
Say it Say it! (he can't say it) He's just an imperfect man Trapped in an imperfect body Ain't happy or sad, lonely or sorry Mr. Slo-Blo Mr. Yo-Yo Mr. See which way is the wind gonna blow Hangs from a wire, fingers on fire Drifting higher and higher He tried to be smart to catch out his own heart Cruel to be kind as he cut out all the soft parts But some days in little ways Love seeps out in the things he says And all he really wants Is to feel grown up again |
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Mirror, mirror on the wall
You've watched me grow since I was small So what will I regret the most The things I do or the things I don't? The deeper you peer into my soul You'll find that I already know But I can't say it Because I can barely face it My life is halfway through And I still haven't done What I'm here to do Even though the chances flowed I sat and watched the hours fold In upon themselves To stop their hands revealing What I can't say What I can barely face My life is halfway through And I still haven't done What I'm here to do My mummy said What you give is what you get And the only thing worth having Is happiness But trapped inside my bones Fear, desire And hope are on fire And will expand like smoke And fall down like rain Again Again Again |
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Mobilise
Globalise Hypnotise Homogenise Shut your eyes Don't criticise It's a big surprise Ain't telling ya lies Truth hides in plain sight Kentucky Fried Genocide Bruised Screwed Pickled & Tattooed Tried to resist But destined to lose Nobody listens But it's breaking down the door Only the paranoid really know the score Mobilise Globalise Hypnotise Homogenise Market Force is the new dictator Manipulator & annihilator Mobilise, globalise Hypnotise, homogenise Shut your eyes, don't criticise It's a big surprise Ain't telling ya lies Truth hides in plain sight Kentucky Fried Genocide |
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The early morning sun lit up her room
But it wasn't just a change in the weather She'd read it in her stars and now she felt it in her heart Life was gonna start getting better And there was a time when she would pray That each teardrop that rolled down her face Would represent a day of pain for him But now she's changing the way she feels About wasting her time & tears Cried out, cried out, cried out Cried out, cried out, cried out And all the tricks and all the lies He tried to pull over her eyes Kept running through her mind She looks back in disbelief In confusion and in grief At what his secrecy was revealing You can scream into your pillow You can pray into the night But you can't switch off your feelings Like you'd switch out a light But she's changing the way she feels About wasting her time and tears Cried out, cried out, cried out Cried out, cried out, cried out And now these winter skies Turn blue and bright And she feels alive And wants to drink every kiss Make up for what she's missed And wipe him out of her mind Some day he'll have to grow up And come clean And listen to the screams Of his own conscience Cry out, cry out, cry out ...And she'll not hear a sound |
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Fee fi fo fum
Smell the blood of a gullible bum Brain dead bored bought into the fraud BiggerHarderFasterMore! Trying to find some way of stopping Struggling home with bags of shopping Gotta buy gotta-gotta buy-buy Gotta buy, gotta-gotta-gotta-gotta buy Don't even like it But you've just gotta try it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it Always someone on the TV screen Trying to sell you something you don't want or need Sponsored by this, brought to you by that Even as you slump in the back seat of a cab But if it ain't you Well, what're you gonna do? There's always someone Right behind you in the queue! Don't even like it But you've just gotta try it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it You don't even need it But you've just gotta have it You don't even want it But you're gonna buy Gonna-gonna-gonna buy it Fee fi fo fum Smell the blood of a gullible bum Who should've been happy Could've been content Who got everything he set out to get But what is the use of possessing the world When you do not even possess your self? What is the point of selling your soul When there's nothing to buy And nowhere to go? |
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The train rises up out of the dark
Above the boarded up boulevards And burnt out cars But save your sympathy Conceal your fear Pretend you got no feelings to feel Life is making a mouse of you The other window has a nicer view |
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Sitting at the back of a smoke filled room
On a cold and sunny afternoon Drinking red wine And counting the laugh lines On the face of the girl who stands in the doorway And over her shoulder There's a world growing colder I'm feeling older and slowly less sober It's the first and the last time That we'll ever meet Just falling leaves From winter trees So light gives in to dark The nylon sheets softly spark Nostalgia strikes hard at the heart That cannot escape from its past And it's the first and the last time That we'll ever meet Just falling leaves Dropping from winter trees Strangers touching the parts That love cannot reach |
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Can't love or be loved
Can't touch or be touched And he's lonely He can't love or be loved Can't touch or be touched Yes he's lonely And now he's all stressed up With nowhere to go He's drunk 25 pints of Amoco Numbness. Voidy Numbness Got the Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness Another drink, another girl Another life in another world He's a phony Well, well, he ain't superstitious But he's feeling mighty strange That rinkle, tinkle tink Of no-one on the phone again Again! Quit drinking the drink Jump on the train He gotta watch the rain beat upon the rain He gotta feel his shame beat upon his shame He gotta know his pain by it's real name Know his pain by it's real name Numbness v-v-v-Voidy Numbness |
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W-w-wave upon wave
Roll upon roll Tiny it shrinks Then huge it blows Gotta be sharp Gotta be strong Things get w-w-weird Before they go wrong And he knows that once he starts He just can't stop Next life he's coming back as a dog Blindin' his eyes Rushin' thru his veins Tricklin' down thighs Again SaltWater/SaltWater/SaltWater |
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