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I've got too much energy to switch off my mind,
but not enough to get myself organized. My heart is heavy--my head is confused, And my aching little soul--has started burning blue! CHORUS I can't give you up, till I've got more than enough. So infect me with your love-- Nurse me into sickness. Nurse me back to health. Endow me with the gifts--of the man made world. When desire becomes an illness instead of a joy, And guilt a necessity that's gotta be destroyed. CHORUS Take me by the hands and walk me to the end of the pier. Run your fingers through my hair, and tell me what I wanna hear-- Will lies become truths in this face of fading youth from my scrotum to your womb, --your cradle to my tomb. CHORUS Nurse me into sickness, nurse me back to health And tell me what it is that I want in this world!! |
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| 2. |
| 5:07 |
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I'm a man without a soul...Honey, yeah
I lost it while parading it, in a town full of thieves Y'see I didn't wanna be with any people I know. But god knows, I didn't wanna be alone I thought if I acted like someone else I'd feel more comfortable with myself So I showered down, left my little room Jumped in my car for protection from hostility Well it ain't easy to be bold in an unknown city Yeah I was feeling strong mouthed and weak willed When I ran into the cure for my ills Don't tell me what your name is I want your body, not your mind, I want a feeling, worth paying for before I say goodbye But as I was talking, I couldn't look her in the eyes, I just kept wondering, How many men unleashed their frustration between her thighs? There'll be no sleep 'til the morning There'll be no lullabyes 'cause the devil borrowed my clothes just for tonight Well my adrenalin, was curdling like cream, as I was being led by the hand. Through the sound of sirens And the distant noise of some drunken jazz band, Through the stench of disinfectant-- that "INFECTED" my head, through the darkness of a corridor and into a stranger's bed. Well I didn't wanna hurt your feelings, honey But I couldn't suppress my own, I had to pull myself outta this nosedive by proving something to myself. She was lying on her back with her lips parted. Squealing like a stuffed pig I was going through the motions faking the emotions, and wriggling around like a lizard in a tin. Trying so hard to cleanse myself, I was turning into somebody else. I was trying so hard to please myself, I was turning into somebody else. I was trying so hard to be myself I was turning into somebody else. I was trying so hard to be myself I was turning into somebody else. I was trying so hard to be myself I was turning into somebody else. Come my love with your desire Out of the blue...and into the fire!! |
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| 3. |
| 5:07 |
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Beneath the old iron bridges, across the victorian parks,
& all the frightened people running home before dark, Past the Saturday morning cinema-- that lies crumbling to the ground, & the piss stinking shopping centre in the new side of town. I've come to smell the seasons change, & watch the city, as the sun goes down again. CHORUS Here comes another winter, of long shadows & high hopes, Here comes another winter, waitin for utopia, waitin for hell to freeze over. This is the land, where nothing changes, the land of red buses & blue blooded babies, This is the place, where pensioners are raped, & the hearts are being cut, from the welfare state, Let the poor drink the milk, while the rich eat the honey, Let the bums count their blessings, while they count the money. So many people, can't express what's on their minds, Nobody knows them & nobody ever will, Until their backs are broken & their dreams are stolen, & they can't get what they want, then they're gonna get angry! Well it ain't written in the papers, but its written on the walls The way this country is divided to fall, So the cranes are moving on the skyline-- Trying to knock down--this town But the stains on the heartland, can never be removed, from this country, that's sick, sad, and confused. CHORUS The ammunition's being passed, and the lords been praised, But the wars on the televisions will never be explained, All the bankers gettin sweaty, beneath their white collars, As the pound in our pocket, turns into a dollar. This is the 51st state--of the U. S. A. (Repeat and fade.) |
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| 4:38 |
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Well its high noon at the U.K. corral,
& its high time I got myself back on the rails, I'm the lonesome cowboy, ridin across the range, with just a hand held radio--to keep me sane, ridin through the f.m. stations, the tumbleweed, & the petrol stations, Will all on board this yankee station Prepare themselves for battle stations-- CHORUS Jesus Wept. Jesus CHRIST. I can't see for the tear gas, & the dollar signs in my eyes. Well, whats a man got left to fight for when he's bought his freedom by the look of this human jungle It aint just the poor who'll be bleeding! Most everyone round here thinks they're something special that destiny will be kind-- While they're digging for gold, diving for pearls, & aiming for heaven from this man made world. Come on down--the devil's in town He's brought you sticks and stones to bust your neighbors bones, he's stuck his missiles in your gardens, & his theories down your throat-- & god knows what your gonna do with him Cos I certainly don't CHORUS Down by the river, I've been washing out my mouth, cos deep in the heart of me there's a frightened man breaking out. Oh I was just looking for paradise anywhere in this world While they're gunning for heaven-- from this man made hell!!! Angels of Destruction. Angels of Destruction!!!! |
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| 5:23 |
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6 o'clock in the morning & i'm the last person in this plane
still awake Y'know I can almost smell the blood washing against the shores, Of this land that can't forget its past. Oh the wind that carries this plane, is the wind of change, heaven sent and hell bent! over the mountain tops we go, just like all the other GI Joes EE-AY-EE-AY----adios! CHORUS This is your captain calling--"with an urgent warning" We're above the Gulf of Arabia--"our altitude is falling" & I can't hold her up--"there's no time for thinking" All hands on deck--"this bird is sinking" Across the beaches and cranes, rivers and trains all the money I've made--bodies I've maimed. Time was when I seemed to know, Should I cry like a baby, or die like a man While all the planets like wars start joining hands, Oh what a heaven--what a hell!! Y'know there's nothing can be done in the whole wide world. I don't know whats wrong or right, I'm just a regular guy, with bottled up insides, I ain't ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ but I'm praying that Gods with you when you die!!! |
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| 4:14 |
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I followed that bead of sweat,
to the small of your back, from the nape of your neck, Lightin' it up, with every drag upon my cigarette. It can run, but it can't hide-- Like the unspoken feelings on your mind. I'm too tense to be tender, your too weak to be true. You try to make it easier upon yourself, By makin' it hard on you! but it's the lies in your eyes that make me wanna cry-- It's just sometimes I get so lonesome --I could die. I'm just another western guy, with desires that I can't satisfy So all the love I gave to you Means nothing at all. Dear God, God, God, this slow train to dawn. So are you lying when you say you love me. I'm lying when I say I don't-- We've opened our hearts to let each other look in, To have and to hold, but it's the words that remain unsaid, that are the words I wanna hear you speak, I bet the birds start singing, & the sun comes up, before we fall asleep-- Oh the tears in your eyes, just make me wanna cry, It's just sometimes I get so lonesome--I Could Die!! |
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| 4:23 |
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The rising moon faces the sickening sun,
as the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one, A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline-- Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity-- Sits back in his new leather chair ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast. I'm smiling through my teeth. Anybody can be a millionaire, so everybody's gotta try but by the laws of this human jungle only the heartless will survive. & down there--but for the grace of god --go I. The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams, the hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger, the little drunken lives,-- driven' through the traffic lights & away from who they are! But I've been thinking of you-- In this great city of great solitude. Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination, Searchin' for the world I...left behind. A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life. It's all I want--& all I miss-- but how can I return, to a place that don't exist!! from Mombosa to Miami, Beiruit to Bangladesh, I've flown around the world standing on the wing of a jet. tryin' to salvage my emotions from the bottom of the oceans-- Y'see I sold my soul, to pay for my dinner. My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner, I ain't foolin' I'm fallin', I wasn't wicked, just weak, I ain't lyin' I'm dyin', crippled by deceit-- Oh the hand that wrote the agony has just begun-- Will be the hand that pulls the trigger --of this gun!!! |
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| 7:23 |
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There's a high wind blowin, & the stars are shining bright, Oh what a night, this is gonna bebr>I think I'll let the world sleep without me. I got one eye open, one eye closed. & my thin body's trembling beneath the bedclothes, My hearts beatin' against the roof of my mouth It's almost time to get out of this house. I got one hand on the radio, one hand on the wheel, I got my right foot on the floorboard, & I'm preparing to kill or be killed. There's a high wind blowin', & the stars are shining bright. & the rain upon the tarmac, helps me sail through the traffic lights, I'm heading down to the dock of the bay, to feel the power of the waves, I'm gonna move up close to that wind, & wrestle with the thoughts solitude always brings. Y'see I'm stuck between hell & the deep blue sea, & I know that water's sucked under better man than me, I was just another western guy, with desires that couldn't be satisfied, So one day, I asked the angels for inspiration, but the devil bought me a drink, & he's been buying them ever since, he's had the liquor on my tongue feel like the sea upon the sand, he's had me signing confessions from this shaking hand, he's had me struggling to hang onto hope Like a drunken sailor in a tugboat with a bottle of vodka in my overcoat, & my dog eared bible lostoverboard Y'see he tricked me into temptation, So I've tricked him into this confrontation, I never said I was the man I appeared to be not the flesh wrapped around the bones of necessity. Or the soul on firescribbling thoughts for posterity. I'm gonna have little lucifer, runnin' off to purgatory, with his tail between his legs, I'm gonna teach him a lesson he ain't ever gonna forget. All the vultures & crows are fixin up some tombstones but they won't be chewing the meat off my bones. There's a high wind blowin' & the stars are shining bright. Me & him are gonna have a little knife fight, in the bowels of the big city skyline, Oh this feelin' inside runs dark & deep Tonight my hearts not thumping A Mercy Beat I was just another western guy, with desires that couldn't besatisfied. ..... |
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