Everybody is in too many pieces No-man's land surrounds our desires To crack the shell we mix with others Some lie in the arms of lovers
The city is the place to be With no money you go crazy I need an occupation! You have to pay for satisfaction
We live as we dream, alone To crack the shell we mix with the others Some flirt with fascism Some lie in the arms of lovers
We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5]
Everybody is in too many pieces No-man's-land surrounds me! With no money we'll all go crazy (we apologize)
Man and woman need to work It helps us define ourselves We were not born in isolation But sometimes it seems that way
We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x5]
We live as we dream, alone The space between our work and its product Some fall into fatalism As if it started this way
We live as we dream, alone [Repeat: x3]
We live as we dream, alone (We live as we dream, alone) We live as we dream, alone (We were not born in isolation) We live as we dream, alone (But sometimes it seems that way)
(The space between our work and its product)
We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (As if it always must be this way) We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone We live as we dream, alone (With no money we'll all go crazy)
Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh) New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in) The happy ever after (a white room)
Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow
Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil) It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh) Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news) And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths)
Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow
White noise in a white room White noise in a white room White noise in a white room White noise in a white room
Trapped in heaven life style (locked in Long Kesh) New looking out for pleasure (H-block torture) It's at the end of the rainbow (White noise in) The happy ever after (a white room)
Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow
Dig at the root of the problem (Fly the flag on foreign soil) It breaks your new dreams daily (H-block Long Kesh) Fathers contradictions (Censor six counties news) And breaks your new dreams daily (each day more deaths)
Dirt behind the daydream Dirt behind the daydream The happy ever after Is at the end of the rainbow
There may be oil (Now looking out for pleasure) Under Rockall (It's at the end of the rainbow) There may be oil (The happy ever after) Under Rockall (It's corked up with the ether) There may be oil (It's corked up with the ether) Under Rockall (It's corked up with the ether) There may be oil
Woke up this morning desperation a.m. What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch
Woke up this morning desperation a.m. What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch
Woke up this morning desperation a.m. What I've been saying won't say them again My head's not empty, it's full with my brain The thoughts I'm thinking Like piss down a drain
And I feel like a beetle on its back And there's no way for me to get up Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch
Ought to control what I do to my mind Nothing in there but sunshades for the blind Only yesterday I said to myself The things I'm doing are not good For my health
Love crops up quite a lot as something to sing about, 'Cause most groups make most of their songs about falling in love Or how happy they are to be in love, You occasionally wonder why these groups do sing about it all the time - It's because these groups think there's something very special about it Either that or else it's because everybody else sings about it and always has, You know to burst into song you have to be inspired And nothing inspires quite like love.
These groups and singers think that they appeal to everyone By singing about love because apparently everyone has or can love Or so they would have you believe anyway But these groups seem to go along with what, the belief That love is deep in everyone's personality. I don't think we're saying there's anything wrong with love, We just don't think that what goes on between two people Should be shrouded with mystery.
Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch Love'll get you like a case of anthrax And that's something I don't want to catch
People got their opinions Where do they come from? Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act People got opinions Where do they come from?
Distant blood of ruvies Won't discover money come on Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act So to change ideas Change is what we do
Too much thinking makes me ill I think I'll have another gin A few more drinks it'll be alright Each day seems like a natural fact And what we think changes how we act Each day seems like a natural fact [Repeat: x4]
The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell out, maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure
Coercion of the senses We are not so gullible Our great expectations A future for the good Fornication makes you happy No escape from society Natural is not in it Your relations are of power We all have good intentions But all with strings attached
Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest Repackaged sex keeps your interest
The problem of leisure What to do for pleasure Ideal love a new purchase A market of the senses Dream of the perfect life Economic circumstances The body is good business Sell outs [? out ?] maintain the interest Remember Lot's wife Renounce all sin and vice Dream of the perfect life This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine This heaven gives me migraine
The change will do you good I always knew it would Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour
Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The sins of the flesh Are simply sins of lust Sweat? running down your back Sweat? running down your neck Heated couplings in the sun (or is that untrue) Colder couplings in the night (never saw your body) Your kiss so sweet Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The change will do you good I always knew it would You know the change will do you good You know the change will do you good
Damaged goods Send ?m back I can? work, I can? have tea Send me back Open the till Give me the change you said would do me good Refund the cost You said you?e cheap but you?e so smart
Your sweat so sour Sometimes I? thinking that I love you But I know it? only lust The change will do you good I always knew it would You know the change will do you good You know the change will do you good
In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks well there's no charge In this land right now some are insane a million charge To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn the boast again To hell with poverty the check will arrive we'll turn to boast again In my arms we shall begin with none of the rocks and there's no charge In this land right now some are insane a million charge To hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine To hell with poverty