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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky Movin' in from the East toward the West With Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes! But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming Honey you've got another thing coming If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave Islam is rising The Christians mobilising The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war Drop your possessions, all you simple folk You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack You'll watch the ships out of harbour And the bodies come floating back If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A. Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart But God didn't build himself that throne God doesn't live in Israel or Rome God belong to the yankee dollar God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah God doesn't even go to church And God won't send us down to Allah to burn No, God will remind us what we already know That the human race is about to reap what it's sown The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds Armageddon days are here again |
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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky Movin' in from the East toward the West With Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes! But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming Honey you've got another thing coming If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave Islam is rising The Christians mobilising The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war Drop your possessions, all you simple folk You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack You'll watch the ships out of harbour And the bodies come floating back If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A. Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart But God didn't build himself that throne God doesn't live in Israel or Rome God belong to the yankee dollar God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah God doesn't even go to church And God won't send us down to Allah to burn No, God will remind us what we already know That the human race is about to reap what it's sown The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds Armageddon days are here again |
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from The The - Mind Bomb (1989)
They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky Movin' in from the East toward the West With Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes! But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming Honey you've got another thing coming If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave Islam is rising The Christians mobilising The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war Drop your possessions, all you simple folk You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack You'll watch the ships out of harbour And the bodies come floating back If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A. Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart But God didn't build himself that throne God doesn't live in Israel or Rome God belong to the yankee dollar God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah God doesn't even go to church And God won't send us down to Allah to burn No, God will remind us what we already know That the human race is about to reap what it's sown The world is on its elbows and knees It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds Armageddon days are here again |
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from The The - Mind Bomb (1989)
Suddenly last summer I started going out of my head In a tiny hotel room Lying naked on a bed I knew what you were doing, and I knew what you'd done Your life with me was ending, your new life had begun But I was cursing your name, and I was cursing that room And I was praying for the strength to stop loving you I started writing you the letter Which turned into the book I was gonna reach across the ocean and force you to look But what kind of man was I? Who would sacrify you happiness to satisfy his pride What kind of man was I? Who would delay your destiny to appease his tiny mind Then you came back to me and I went down on one knee With a glint in my eyes and a rose between my teeth And I pushed out my tongue for you to see That I'd been dying of a thirst for your company Then you quenched my loneliness with your tears And our clothes fell away as we rolled back the years But we could't deny it because we could not admit it If our love was too strong to die Or we were just too weak to kill it Was our love too strong to die? Or were we just too weak to kill it? Every moment in that room I closed my eyes in prayer Every moment I awoke I clenched my teeth in prayer What kind of man was I? Who would sacrify your happiness to satisfy his pride What kind of man was I? Who would delay your destiny to appease his tiny mind Who could delay your destiny to appease his aching swollen pride Who could delay your destiny to appease his screaming little mind You're mine |
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from The The - Mind Bomb (1989)
Move away from the window and into the light
There are some things in this life that you just can't fight It's as if the spirits above have cast a little spell upon us It's as if heaven above is beckoning us So let us take off our crosses and lay them in a tin And let our weakness become virtue instead of sin Our bodies stand naked as the day they were born And tremble like animals before a coming storm Take me beyond love Up to something above Upon this bed, between these sheets Take me to a happiness beyond human reach The force of life is rushing through our veins In and out like the tide it comes in waves The drops of semen and the clots of blood Which may, one day, become like us With outstretched hands reaching beyond love And up to something above Before our juices run cold and our flesh grows old Let me feed upon your breast and draw closer to your soul Let me stay with you tonight and I'll offer you my world I'll take you to the angels if you'll take me to myself Take me beyond love Up to something above Upon this bed, between these sheets Take me to a happiness beyond human reach Beyond the grasp of lust Beyond the need for trust Beyond the gaze of the sick and the lame Beyond the stench of human pain |
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from The The - Dusk (1993)
Save me, Save me, Save me Save me, Save me, Save me. The candles are lit. The curtains are drawn. There's still no sign of rain nor dawn. Our lips touch. Our limbs entwine. But the ghosts that haunt me won't leave my mind. Save me, Save me, Save me Save me, Save me, from myself. One sin leads to another one. Oh, the harder I try I can never, never, never find peace in this life. I ask myself where does lust come from Is it something to yield to or be overcome. I ask myself Why love can never touch my heart like fear does. Why can't love ever touch my heart like fear does? |
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from The The - Naked Self (2000)
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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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
Your bed at night
Awake, uptight Your hopes, your fears Your lips, God's ears Days come and go Beauty dissolves into skull Time keeps spinning round History thunders down Every step of the climb Led you to this place and time There's no more power in darkness than in light There's no more truth above you than inside The deep down truth, the deep down truth Your heart, your mind Uncoiled, unblind Ego undressed All the time compressed Into that shadow on the wall From the raindrop waterfall Crawling down the misting glass To the future from the past Every step you take Leads you from this time and place There's no more strength in hatred than in love There's no more truth beneath you than above There's no more truth in sadness than in joy There's no more tenderness in girls than in boys The deep down truth There's no more truth in hope than in grief There's no more truth in a saint than a thief There's no more truth in fate than in chance There's no more truth in your mind than your heart There's no more justice in peace than in war There's no more time behind us than before The deep down truth, the deep down truth The deep down truth, the deep down truth The deep down truth, the deep down truth The deep down truth |
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from The The - Naked Self (2000)
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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from The The - Dusk (1993)
Here they come! the dogs of lust.
Out of my mind. into my life. Somebody should be here to hold me Somebody should be here to show me, show me! When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. I got it blue. I got it bad. I got the sweetest sadness I ever had. As the hours pass before my eyes. As the hours pass before me. When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. I keep reaching up But they drag me back down Wherever I try to hide I will always be found When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. Rising rising rising slowly Rising rising rising Rising rising slowly. |
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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
Here they come! the dogs of lust.
Out of my mind. into my life. Somebody should be here to hold me Somebody should be here to show me, show me! When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. I got it blue. I got it bad. I got the sweetest sadness I ever had. As the hours pass before my eyes. As the hours pass before me. When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. I keep reaching up But they drag me back down Wherever I try to hide I will always be found When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. Rising rising rising slowly Rising rising rising Rising rising slowly. |
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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
Here they come! the dogs of lust.
Out of my mind. into my life. Somebody should be here to hold me Somebody should be here to show me, show me! When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. I got it blue. I got it bad. I got the sweetest sadness I ever had. As the hours pass before my eyes. As the hours pass before me. When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. I keep reaching up But they drag me back down Wherever I try to hide I will always be found When you're lustful. when you're lonely. & the heat is rising slowly. Rising rising rising slowly Rising rising rising Rising rising slowly. |
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from The The - Naked Self (2000)
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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from The The - Mind Bomb (1989)
Satellite, oh, satellite
Who sits upon our skies How deep do you see when you spy into our lives? I know that God lives in everybody's souls and the only devil in your world Lives in the human heart So now ask yourself What is human? And what is truth? Ask yourself Whose voice is it? That whispers unto you? From the cellars of your homes From the tops of your city roofs Ask yourself Whose voice is it? That whispers unto you? Who is it? That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood Who is it? That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother: lust Who is it? Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition In order to build your planet Earth's religions Who is it? Who could make your little armies of the left and your little armies of the right Light up your skies tonight Now some of you may live and some of you may die But remember That nothing in the world can kill you inside For he is thinking of you In your great cities of great solitude Oh children you've still got a lot to fuckin' learn The only path to heaven is via hell Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful Good morning beautiful, good bye world |
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from The The - Mind Bomb (1989)
I've been watching you for ages
You're like a boat without a mast Struggling with the tide of destiny Between the future and the past I am the lighthouse I am the sea I am the ait that you breathe Gravitate to me Through the ether And the mists of the mind You will come to me To lay by my side To stroke my hair To cuddle my flesh And to quell the torrents In my subterranean depths This world ain't strong enough To keep us from each other For we are kindred spirits Born to become Earthly lovers I am the lighthouse I am the sea I am your destiny Gravitate to me There is something within your voice Something behind your eyes Something inside your heart That is beating in time with mine I know you From a previous incarnation I know you From a previous incarnation I know you! From a previous incarnation Gravitate to me, gravitate to me Gravitate to me, gravitate to me |
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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
I've been watching you for ages
You're like a boat without a mast Struggling with the tide of destiny Between the future and the past I am the lighthouse I am the sea I am the ait that you breathe Gravitate to me Through the ether And the mists of the mind You will come to me To lay by my side To stroke my hair To cuddle my flesh And to quell the torrents In my subterranean depths This world ain't strong enough To keep us from each other For we are kindred spirits Born to become Earthly lovers I am the lighthouse I am the sea I am your destiny Gravitate to me There is something within your voice Something behind your eyes Something inside your heart That is beating in time with mine I know you From a previous incarnation I know you From a previous incarnation I know you! From a previous incarnation Gravitate to me, gravitate to me Gravitate to me, gravitate to me |
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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
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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from The The - Dusk (1993)
I watch the sun go down on London town
I wait for the night voices to sound I smell the pain upon the breath of the lost & lonely I hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all men. I'm the helpline operator & I'll spare you the time. I'm the intimate stranger. Your problems will be mine. Put your tongue into the mouthpiece And whisper in my ear. Admit to me the things you can't admit to yourself. Admit to me & no one else. Everybody's looking for someone to tell them what they want to hear. Everybody's looking for true love To help them feel what they cannot feel. I'm the helpline operator, can you spare me the time. I'm the intimate stranger. Your problems will be mine. I'm the helpline operator. Helpline operator. (X3) True love will come True love will come Helpline operator. (X4) |
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from The The - Hanky Panky (1995)
When you are sad and lonely
And have no place to go Come to see me baby And bring along some dough And we'll go honky tonkin', honky tonkin' Honky tonkin' honey baby We'll go honky tonkin' 'round this town When you and your baby Have a fallin' out Call me up sweet mama And we'll go steppin' out And we'll go honky tonkin', honky tonkin' Honky tonkin' honey baby We'll go honky tonkin' 'round this town We're goin' to the city To the city fair If you go to the city, baby You will find me there And we'll go honky tonkin', honky tonkin' Honky tonkin' honey baby We'll go honky tonkin' 'round this town |
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from The The - Hanky Panky (1995)
I've tried and tried to run and hide
To find a life that's new But wherever I go I always know I can't escape from you A jug of wine to numb my mind But what good does it do? The jug runs dry and still I cry I can't escape from you These wasted tears are souvenirs Of love, I thought was true Your memory is chained to me I can't escape from you There is no end, I can't pretend That dreams will soon come true A slave too long to a heart of stone I can't escape from you {This is Hank Williams speaking for all the boys And saying "If the good Lord's willin' And the creeps don't rise, we'll see you for long" And until then} |
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from The The - Hanky Panky (1995)
Oh, I can't get you off of my mind
When I try I'm just wasting my time Lord, I've tried and I've tried And all night long I've cried But I can't get you off of my mind Didn't think you would leave me behind But I guess you're the two-timin' kind Do you think that it's smart To jump from heart to heart When I can't get you off of my mind? You believe that a true love is blind So you fool every new love you find You've got stars in your eyes But they can't hide the lies God, I can't get you off of my mind |
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from The The - Hanky Panky (1995)
I wandered so aimless, life filled with sin
I wouldn't let my dear savior in Then Jesus came like a stranger in the night Praise the lord, I saw the light I saw the light, I saw the light No more darkness, no more night Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight Praise the lord, I saw the light Just like a blind man, I wandered alone Worries and fears I claimed for my own Then like the blind man that God gave back his sight Praise the lord, I saw the light I was a fool to wander and stray For straight is the gate and narrow the way Now I have traded the wrong for the right Praise the lord, I saw the light I saw the light, I saw the light |
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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
I wandered so aimless, life filled with sin
I wouldn't let my dear savior in Then Jesus came like a stranger in the night Praise the lord, I saw the light I saw the light, I saw the light No more darkness, no more night Now I'm so happy, no sorrow in sight Praise the lord, I saw the light Just like a blind man, I wandered alone Worries and fears I claimed for my own Then like the blind man that God gave back his sight Praise the lord, I saw the light I was a fool to wander and stray For straight is the gate and narrow the way Now I have traded the wrong for the right Praise the lord, I saw the light I saw the light, I saw the light |
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from The The - Hanky Panky (1995)
All you want to do is sit around and pout
And now I got enough and so I'm getting out I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow I been in the doghouse so doggone long That when I get a kiss I think that something's wrong I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow I'll go find a gal that wants to treat me right You go get yourself a man that wants to fight I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow You start your jaws a-wagging and it never stops You never shut your mouth until I blow my top I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow I remember back when you were nice and sweet Things have changed, you'd rather fight than eat I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow I'm a-gonna do some riding on the midnight train I'm taking everything except my ball and chain I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now I'm a long gone daddy, I don't need you anyhow |
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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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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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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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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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Tell me what you're thinking baby
Your heart's beating faster than mine And I know something's going on in your life In your life.. in your life You were the girl I wanted to cry with You were the girl I wanted to die with And you were the boy who turned into the man Broke my heart and let go off my hand Our bed is empty, the fire is out And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out There's no more blood and no more pain In our kingdom of rain You think you know about life You think you know about love But when you put your hands inside me It doesn't even feel like I'm being touched, and You were the boy I wanted to cry with You were the boy I wanted to die with You've moved further from my side, year by year, While still making love dutifully sincere But as silent as the car lights that move across this room As cold as our bodies silhouetted by the moon And I would lie awake and wonder Is it just me or this the way love is supposed to be? Tell me what you told him baby My heart's beating out of time with my mind And I know something's going wrong in our lives I just wanted somebody to caress, this damsel in distress I just wanted somebody to undress, this damsel in distress I just wanted somebody to bless, this damsel in distress I just wanted somebody to possess, this young girl Our bed is empty, the fire is out And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out There's no more blood and no more pain In our kingdom of rain |
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from The The - Dusk (1993)
Planet Earth is slowing down Overseas, underground Wherever you look around Lord, take me by the hand lead me through these desert sands To the shores of a promised land. You make me start when you look into my heart And see me for who I really am. If you can't change the world. Change yourself. If you can't change the world. Change yourself. I didn't care if the sun didn't shine & the rain didn't fall from the sky I just cared about myself From this world to the next And from the next back to this. By our actions we are bound. We're running out of love running out of hate running out of space for the human race. Planet Earth is slowing down. You make me cry when you look into my eyes. And see me for who I really am. If you can't change the world. Change yourself. If you can't change the world. Change yourself. And if you can't change yourself....change the world. I'm in love with the planet I'm standing on I can't stop I can't stop thinking of All the people I've ever loved All the people I have lost All the people I'll never know All the feelings I've never shown. The world's too big. And life's too short. To be alone...To be alone. |
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LoveLoveLove
LoveLoveLove Me & my friend were walking In the cold light of mourning. Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived In this world even winter ain't what it seems. Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime. When the rivers run high & the tears run dry. When everything that dies. Shall rise. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch. All the thoughts unuttered & all the feelings unexpressed Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath. But, awoken by grief, our spirits speak ""How could you believe that the life within the seed that grew arms that reached And a heart that beat. And lips that smiled And eyes that cried. Could ever die?"" Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime. When the rivers run high & the tears run dry. When everything that dies. Shall rise. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. Shall rise. Shall rise. Shall rise. Shall rise. |
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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
LoveLoveLove
LoveLoveLove Me & my friend were walking In the cold light of mourning. Tears may blind the eyes but the soul is not deceived In this world even winter ain't what it seems. Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime. When the rivers run high & the tears run dry. When everything that dies. Shall rise. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch. All the thoughts unuttered & all the feelings unexpressed Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath. But, awoken by grief, our spirits speak ""How could you believe that the life within the seed that grew arms that reached And a heart that beat. And lips that smiled And eyes that cried. Could ever die?"" Here come the blue skies Here comes springtime. When the rivers run high & the tears run dry. When everything that dies. Shall rise. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. LoveLoveLove is stronger than death. Shall rise. Shall rise. Shall rise. Shall rise. |
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from The The - Hanky Panky (1995)
I could say it's over now
That I was glad to see you go I could hate you for the way, I'm feeling My lips could tell a lie But my heart would know It's a sin to make me cry When you know I love you so I could tell my heart that I don't miss you My lips could tell a lie But my heart would know I could give you all the blame But I'm sure the truth would show I could tell this world I found a new love My lips could tell a lie But my heart would know I can't fool my cryin' heart Because it knows I need you so I could tell my heart, I'm glad we parted My lips could tell a lie But my heart would know I could say it's over now That I was glad to see you go I could hate you for the way, I'm feeling My lips could tell a lie But my heart would know |
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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
I paint my lips pillar box red
Reminds me of the country Where I was born and bred Roots lie deeper than bones So back in time I go Through the tobacco smoke veil On the perfumed trail Where only childhood knows I lift my face to feel the rain Every thing's changed Though it seems the same The shallow hugs, the muted rage The weeping skies, the shadowless days I love and I hate this place I ran away but I couldn't escape I paint my lips pillar box red Reminds me of the country Where I was born and bred Roots lie deeper than bones So back in time I go Through the saloon bar doors Onto the chewing gum floors Where only childhood knows I lift my face to feel the rain Every thing's changed though it seems the same The sarcasm, the bitter remarks That pierce the chest and wound the heart The shallow hugs, the muted rage The weeping skies, the shadowless days I love and I hate this place I ran away but I couldn't escape I paint my lips pillar box red It reminds me of the country Where I was born and bred I paint my lips pillar box red It reminds me of the country Where I was born and bred |
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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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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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from The The - Dusk (1993)
The more I see
The less I know About all the things I thought were wrong or right & carved in stone So, don't ask me about War, Religion, or God Love, Sex, or Death Because.... Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world But I don't even know what's going on in myself. You've gotta work out your own salvation. With no explanation to this Earth we fall On hands & knees we crawl And we look up to the stars And we reach out & pray To a deaf, dumb & blind God who never explains. Every body knows what's going wrong with the world But I don't even know what's going on in myself. Lord, I've been here for so long I can feel it coming down on me I'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be. |
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The more I see
The less I know About all the things I thought were wrong or right & carved in stone So, don't ask me about War, Religion, or God Love, Sex, or Death Because.... Everybody knows what's going wrong with the world But I don't even know what's going on in myself. You've gotta work out your own salvation. With no explanation to this Earth we fall On hands & knees we crawl And we look up to the stars And we reach out & pray To a deaf, dumb & blind God who never explains. Every body knows what's going wrong with the world But I don't even know what's going on in myself. Lord, I've been here for so long I can feel it coming down on me I'm just a slow emotion replay of somebody I used to be. |
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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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As I sat in the back of that old taxi cab
Waitin' for the evenin' to come On every street of this city I heard you call my name You're the strangest feeling I ever had The strangest feeling You're the strangest feeling I ever had The strangest feeling From the day that we are born, until the day we die We are hostage to our hearts' desire Though I ride this city I can't escape from you And when I look up to the stars I wonder Can the world really be so cruel? You're the strangest feeling I ever had The strangest feeling You're the strangest feeling I ever had The strangest feeling Tonight the wolves are howling I can't escape from you A yearning past denying I will surrender to You're the strangest feeling I ever had The strangest feeling You're the strangest feeling I ever had The strangest feeling Shine on me, Sodium light baby Shine on me, Sodium light baby Shine on me, Sodium light baby Shine on me, Sodium light baby |
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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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Your floating down a tunnel - in a little wooden box.
Your cold & your lonely & enveloped in fog. You've been prized open & left here to die - You should've trusted your instincts - - because they don't tell lies. "Something always goes wrong when things are going right... You've swallowed your pride - - to quell the pain inside Someone captured your heart - just like a thief in the night & squeezed all juice out - until it ran dry" You've been read like an open book - page by page. You'll NEVER tell anyone your inner thoughts again You were taken in - by a heart of fools gold. Now your drifting in circles - In the depths of your soul!!! Andy Duncan - drums Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals |
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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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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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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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from The The - 45 RPM, The Singles Of The The (2002)
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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from The The - Naked Self (2000)
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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| from Threesome (판도라의 상자) [ost] (1994) | |||||
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from The The - Infected (1987)
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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