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Out of the aeroplane stepped Chamberlain with a condemned man's stare
But we all cheered wildly, a photograph was taken, as he waved a piece of paper in the air Now the Disco Machine lives in Munich and we are all friends And I slip on my Italian dancing shoes as the evening descends And the bells take their toll once again in victory chime And we can thank God that we've finally got peace in our time There's a man going round taking names no matter who you claim to be As innocent as babies, a mad dog with rabies, you're still a part of some conspiracy Meanwhile there's a light over the ocean burning brighter than the sun And a man sits alone in a bar and says "Oh God, what have we done?" Chorus They're lighting a bonfire upon every hilltop in the land Just another tiny island invaded when he's got the whole world in his hands And the Heavyweight Champion fights in the International Propaganda Star Wars There's already one spaceman in the White House what do you want another one for? Chorus |
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don't start me talking
I could talk all night my mind goes sleepwalking while I'm putting the world to right called careers information have you got yourself an occupation CHORUS: oliver's army is here to stay oliver's army are on their way and I would rather be anywhere else but here today there was a checkpoint charlie he didn't crack a smile but it's no laughing party when you've been on the murder mile only takes one itchy trigger one more widow, one less white nigger chorus hong kong is up for grabs london is full of arabas we could be in palestine overrun by a chinese line with the boys from the mersey and the thames and the tyne but there's no danger it's a professional career though it could be arranged with just a word in mr. Churchill's ear if you're out of luck you're out of work we could send you to johannesburg oliver's army is here to stay oliver's army are on their way and I would rather be anywhere else but here today and I would rather be anywhere else but here today and I would rather be anywhere else but here today |
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costello.elvis/watching_the_detectives
Watching the Detectives Nice girls, not one with a defect cellophane shrink-wrapped, so correct Red dogs under illegal legs, She looks so good that he gets down and begs She is watching the detectives, ooh - "he's so cute" She is watching the detectives when they shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot. They beat him up until the tear-drops start. But he can't be wounded 'cause he's got no heart Long shot of that jumping sign Visible shivers running down my spine Cut the baby taking off her clothes Close-up of the sign that says "We never close" You snatch a tune, you match a cigarrette. She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet I don't know how much more of this I can take She filing her finger nails while they're dragging the lake She is . . . You think you're alone until you realize you're in it. Now your fear is here to stay. Love is here for a visit. They call is instant justice when it's past the legal limit. Someone's scratching at the window. I wonder who is it? The detectives come to check if you belong to the parents who are ready to hear the worst about their daughter's disappearance. Though it nearly took a miracle to get you to stay it only took my little fingers to blow you away Just like watching the detectives. Don't get cute It's just like watching the detectives. I get so angry when the tear-drops start but he can't be wounded cause he's got no heart. Watching the detectives. It's just like watching the detectives. Watching the detectives. Watching the detectives. |
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Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl
And with the way you look, I understand that you are not impressed. But I heard you let that little friend of mine Take off your party dress. I'm not gonna get too sentimental Like those other sticky valentines, 'cause I don't know if you are loving somebody. I only know it isn't mine. Alison, I know this world is killing you. Oh, Alison, My aim is true. Well, I see you got a husband now. Did he leave your pretty fingers lying in the wedding cake? You used to hold him right in your hand. I'll bet he took all he could take. Sometimes I wish that I could stop you from talking When I hear the silly things that you say. I think somebody better put out the big light, 'cause I can't stand to see you that way. Alison, I know this world is killing you. Oh, Alison, My aim is true. My aim is true. My aim is true. ad lib. |
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oh i just don't know where to begin
though he says he'll wait forever, it's now or never but she keeps him hanging on, the silly champion she says she can't go home, without a chaperone accidents will happen, we only hit and run he used to be your victim, not you're not the only one accidents will happen, we only hit and run i don't want to hear it 'cause i know what i've done there's so many fish in the sea that only rise up in the sweat and smoke, like mercury but they keep you hanging on, they say you're so young your mind is made up but your mouth is undone chorus and it's the damage that we do, and never know it's the words that we don't say, that scare me so oh there's so many people to see so many people you can check on, and add to your collection but they keep you hanging on, until you're well hung your mouth is made up but your mind is undone i know, i know, etc. |
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I've been on tenterhooks
ending in dirty looks, list'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that. She said that's that. I don't wanna chitter-chat. Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat. Pump it up when you don't really need it. Pump it up until you can feel it. Down in the pleasure centre, hell bent or heaven sent, listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander. There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it. She's been a bad girl. She's like a chemical. Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic. You wanna torture her. You wanna talk to her. All the things you bought for her, putting up your temp'rature. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it. Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin, you put your passion out under the pressure pin. Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission. No use wishing now for any other sin. Pump it up until you can feel it. Pump it up when you don't really need it. |
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I'm the living result
I'm a man who's been hurt a little too much and I've tasted the bitterness of my own tears sadness is all my lonely heart can feel I can't stand up for falling down I can't stand up for falling down simple though love is still it confused me why I'm not loved the way I should be now I've lived with heartaches and I've roomed with fear I've dealt with despair and I've wrestled with tears I can't stand up for falling down I can't stand up for falling down the vow that we made you broke it in two but that don't stop me from loving you I can't stand up for falling down I can't stand up for falling down |
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I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial
doing anthing my radio advised with every one of those late night stations playing songs bringing tears to me eyes I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver when the switch broke 'cause it's old They're saying things that I can hardly believe. They really think we're getting out of control. Radio is a sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason. So you had better do as you are told. You better listen to the radio. I wanna bite the hand that feeds me. I wanna bite that hand so badly. I want to make them wish they'd never seen me. Some of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times ahead But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed You either shut up or get cut up they don't wanna hear about it. It's only inches on the reel-to-reel. And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel [Chorus] Wonderful radio Marvelous radio Wonderful radio Radio, radio... |
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With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty
You're going off limits Going off duty Going off the rails Going off with booty They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes Chorus: The boys next door The mums and dads New weds and nearly-deads Have you ever been had in Clubland? There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work You've come to shoot the pony They've come to do the jerk They leave him half way to paradise They leave you half way to bliss The ladies' invitation never seemed like this Chorus The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town Meanwhile in Clubland they are ready to pull them down Hey The right to work is traded in for the right to refuse admission Don't pass out now, there's no refund (when) Did you find out what you were missing The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment Thursday to Saturday Money's gone already Some things come in common these days Your hands and work aren't steady Chorus |
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We play these parlour games
We play at make believe When we get to the part I say that I'm going to leave Everybody loves a happy ending But we don't even try We go straight past pretending To the part where everybody loves to cry Indoor fireworks Can still burn your fingers Indoor fireworks We swore were safe as houses They're not so spectacular They don't burn up in the sky But they can dazzle or delight Or bring a tear When the smoke gets in your eyes You were the spice of life The gin in my vermouth And though the sparks would fly I thought our love was fireproof Sometimes we'd fight in public, darling With very little cause But different kinds of sparks would fly When we got on our own behind closed doors Indoor fireworks Can still burn your fingers Indoor fireworks We swore were safe as houses They're not so spectacular They don't burn up in the sky But they can dazzle or delight Or bring a tear When the smoke gets in your eyes It's time to tell the truth These things have to be faced My fuse is burning out And all that powder's gone to waste Don't think for a moment, dear That we'll ever be through I'll build a bonfire of my dreams And burn a broken effigy of me and you Indoor fireworks Can still burn your fingers Indoor fireworks We swore were safe as houses They're not so spectacular They don't burn up in the sky But they can dazzle or delight Or bring a tear When the smoke gets in your eyes When the smoke gets in your eyes When the smoke gets in your eyes |
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Now I have nothing
So God give me strength 'Cos I'm weak in her wake And if I'm strong I might still break And I don't have anything to share That I won't throw away into the air That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength I can't hold on to her God give me strength When the phone doesn't ring And I'm lost in imagining Everything that kind of love is worth As I tumble back down to the earth That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God if she'd grant me her indulgence and decline I might as well Wipe her from my memory Fracture the spell As she becomes my enemy Maybe I was washed out Like a lip-print on his shirt See, I'm only human I want him to hurt I want him I want him to hurt Since I lost the power to pretend That there could ever be a happy ending That song is sung out This bell is rung out She was the light that I'd bless She took my last chance of happiness So God give me strength God give me strength |
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she
May be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day. She May be the beauty or the beast May be the famine or the feast May turn each day into a heaven or a hell She may be the mirror of my dreams A smile reflected in a stream She may not be what she may seem Inside her shell She who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one's allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past That I'll remember till the day I die She May be the reason I survive The why and wherefore I'm alive The one I'll care for through the rough and ready years Me I'll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes that I've got to be The meaning of my life is She, she, she |
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