Boomtown Rats

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?

Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down

The Telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world
And mother feels so shocked
Father’s world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain’t that peachy keen
Now that ain’t so neat to admit defeat
They can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reasons do you need?
Oh Oh Oh Oh

Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot
The whole day down, down, down, shoot it all down

And all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems and the hows and whys
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die, die?
Oh Oh Oh

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
And nobody’s gonna go to school today
She’s gonna make them stay at home
And daddy doesn’t understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reasons
'Cos there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be show-ow-ow-ow-own?

Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don’t like
I don’t like (Tell me why)
I don’t like Mondays
Tell me why
I don't like Mondays
I wanna shoo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oot the whole day down

He bought and sold a video
Made a fortune in between
A thousand well-known faces
Passed across that stupid screen
He turned them down
He never thought they had so much to say
He watched those faces come and go
Up close
He saw the strain
And he watches it all
Yes he watches it all

Someone broke into his house last night
It's strange they didn't take a thing
Someone broke into his house last night
But still it feels like they took everything
Home is where the head is
Home is where the demons all come out to play
Home is where you hide yourself at night
And home is where you feel safe
And still he watches it all
He watches it all
And it's small
It all seems small

Did you read it in the Sunday paper?
The headline called him the 'Sailors Deacon'
He fell in love with the lighthouse keeper
Spends his time bringing home the beacon
Huh
He bought and sold a video
Made a fortune in between

I'll tear down the sky
Don't stop now
No never in a million years

I'd spit in their eye
Don't stop now
But I won't be a volunteer

And now
I'm always dreaming of dreams
That lie in state
Waiting for me to wake
And make
A life for them
I know I'll never let
Those self-defeating fears
Spoil those golden years
These days that pass us by
So slow

And now
I always wander
Through fields that never stood
Can't see the trees for the wood
Or maybe - yes I could
Oh no

I'll tear down the sky
Don't stop now
No never in a million years

Why are you talking in code?
You talk so loud sometimes we don't understand
C'mon give us a sign
Wave us a flag or flash me an eye
Cos I need you tonight
I need you right now
I got sweat on my mind
But you're taking your time
Yeah kiss where it stings c'mon show me a time
But when you talk in code and you talk in signs
Wave those hands
And you flash those eyes
I don't understand when you blind me with science
You talk in code
Talking keep talkin'

Decipher me now
Describe me an arc with a low point or two
Ah cough me a code
Astonish me dear with a new point of view
Yes it's all in your hands
The Wristwatch Frisco is in action again
Ah well I like you I think
It varies so much sometimes it really depends on
If you talk in code...etc.

And then if A = B
Sometimes what you say isn't all that it seems
And if C = 3
Inscrutable view with a new slant on things
Ah semaphore girl
I love the taste of you dressed up in green
But you're talking in code
I don't understand but I won't make a scene
Cos when you....etc.

To the bitter end
We go all the way
It isn't too far
It isn't too far
To the bitter end
With our wills of iron
Souls of coal
Hearts of gold

To the bitter end
Sit on a fence all day
Looking for change
Any spare change
To the bitter end
And on the side that wins
How can you lose?
We always do

To the bitter end
When the wind bites cold
Look at the rain
Engand in May

To the bitter end
We'll go all the way
It isn't too far

And it goes on....

So I turned on the radio and everyone was
listening to chicken jazz...

See that man over there...
He's got cold feet
He'd march to the drum
But the drummer's
Dead beat
He's fragile tonight
But he says he's clean
He's uncertain when he's speaking
But he knows what he means
Ah he's shivering now
But he don't look cold
He say
Turn up the weather
So I do as I'm told
Do you know about empty
Die a little inside
Cos he hasn't lived until he's died
You couldn't have lived until you've tried
He hasn't lived until he's died

The Little Death...

See that woman over there
She got cold feet
She'd march to the drum
But the drummer's
Dead beat
She reach for the sky
But the sky turn black
She hanging by her nails
but her knuckles just cracked
She said, "It's strange but nice to have no
future or past
If you can't stand the heat
you just turn up the gas"
I nod as if I know she can't say I haven't tried
Cos she hasn't lived until she's died
you couldn't have lived until you've tried
She hasn't lived until she's died

The Little Death...

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*written by Bob Geldof & Pete Briquette
*from the album entitled "V-Deep"

A storm breaks over our head
We take shelter
We do as we're told

A storm breaks over our head
We take shelter
Come in from the cold

Life's OK
If you drink
Oh

Life's OK
If you dream
Oh

I can hear it
I can feel it
All around the air is freezing
Ice cold


(Ice cold, freezing cold)

Across the sea
Across the sky
Ice and Fire
Ice and Fire
So blow your
Breath into your hands
And wipe the frost
Out of yours

Life's OK
If you don't think
Oh

Life's OK
If you dream
Oh

Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night

African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet

Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night

It's an agreeable town
It's neat and sedate
Why even the muggers are off
The streets by eight

Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe

Polite and well spoken
Well heeded and well sane
They know they're alive
When they start to feel pain

You're staying up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe

Big city jungle
African street
The only real difference is in
The people they meet

I heard Tarzan outside playing on the Jungle Blues
I know 'cos I saw him shimmer in a Kenyan pool
Coming on in the vines with his leopard-skin lioncloth cool
Bony Watusi fingers
Beating on the bark of a tree
Now Tarzan and me, well, obviously we're like that
Me and Tarzan, yeah we get on like a house on fire

Look at cool Louise she's the one with the knick-knack eyes
She's only 17 but she knows how to make boys fight
Yeah she'll slit you with her eyes an' she'll slash you
With her cut-back smile
Ah she's as cruel as a pig but we love her like a house on fire
Louise and me now obviously we're like that
Yes me and Louise we'll make it like a house on fire

I saw a raw white angel executing loop-de-loops in the sky
Drawing lazy spirals with his slipstream smoke as he silently
Passed us by
But his halo got too heavy so he hung it down around his waist
Doing halo hula-hoops, executing loop-de-loops takes a lot of
Skill and bad taste
Now the angel and me obviously we're like that
Me and the devil we get it on like a house on fire

Charmed lives
Nothing much to do tonight
Charmed lives
Oh no, oh no
Charmed lives
I think I'll do my hair tonight
Charmed lives
Cos it's so, it's so

Well, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK
But it drives me insane
Can't do a thing with it
Look at it
This way and that
Pile it up?
Spray it on?
Grease it straight back?

Charmed lives
Nothing much to do today
Oh no, oh no
Think I'll see some friends today
Cos they're so...they're so...
Yeah they're OK, they're OK, they're OK
And we all think the same
Cos we're on the phone
Hear the news
It's all grief and gloom
Yes things are bad
Really bad
But we're clearly immune
We lead
Charmed lives

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*written by Bob Geldof
*taken from the album entitled "V-Deep"

Skin on Skin
Nothing more or less than
Skin on skin
I want to lick the sweat off
Skin on skin
But don't talk to me about right or wrong

Skin on skin
I want to cut in deep in
Skin on skin
I need to sink my teeth in
Skin on skin
But don't talk to me about right or wrong

Skin on skin
I want to crush your mouth
And skin on skin
I want to bruise your lips
Tell me what do you know about right or wrong

Skin on skin
I want to scratch your flesh
And skin on skin
I need to scrape the bones of
Skin on skin
You can't teach me a thing about right or wrong

London stops
And everything's sweet
You look out of your window
But there's no street
The cars are gone
The night is dead
And the dogs have lost their growl
And the air seems stale
Cos the lions caged
It whimpers low
but the beast has been tamed
So where's the riot
It's much too quiet
And my breath taste like
Rotten feet
There's chatter from my window
But it seems so dead
And there's no one talking
But some talking heads
Yes, tonight we go to sleep
With the lullabye sound of buildings falling down

Hey d'ya hear the scratch of skin on skin
Hey d'ya feel the scrape of bone on bone

Things get tight, close to the bone
We feel fragile tonight
We don't like us much
But we can stay warm at least for an hour or two

Skin on skin
I need to scratch and bleed it
Skin on skin
Just the touch and feel of
Skin on skin
We don't talk anymore about right or wrong

Skin on skin
I want to smell the stink of
Skin on skin
Hot in the summer heat and
Skin on skin
I never open my mouth about right or wrong

I heard Tarzan outside playing on the Jungle Blues
I know 'cos I saw him shimmer in a Kenyan pool
Coming on in the vines with his leopard-skin lioncloth cool
Bony Watusi fingers
Beating on the bark of a tree
Now Tarzan and me, well, obviously we're like that
Me and Tarzan, yeah we get on like a house on fire

Look at cool Louise she's the one with the knick-knack eyes
She's only 17 but she knows how to make boys fight
Yeah she'll slit you with her eyes an' she'll slash you
With her cut-back smile
Ah she's as cruel as a pig but we love her like a house on fire
Louise and me now obviously we're like that
Yes me and Louise we'll make it like a house on fire

I saw a raw white angel executing loop-de-loops in the sky
Drawing lazy spirals with his slipstream smoke as he silently
Passed us by
But his halo got too heavy so he hung it down around his waist
Doing halo hula-hoops, executing loop-de-loops takes a lot of
Skill and bad taste
Now the angel and me obviously we're like that
Me and the devil we get it on like a house on fire

Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night

African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet

Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night

It's an agreeable town
It's neat and sedate
Why even the muggers are off
The streets by eight

Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe

Polite and well spoken
Well heeded and well sane
They know they're alive
When they start to feel pain

You're staying up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe

Big city jungle
African street
The only real difference is in
The people they meet