The ideal girl, in London from France
Came over then left me, she left me entranced
Now I have to get by once again on my own
Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes, that unique shade of brown
While these blue eyes of mine, they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh, oh
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul
Choking and smoking myself into a hole
Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream
And to cry out your name
Roll a gasper
The guard said he could stay alive
But he has to shovel and burn his friends to die
People do die and on the gate read
'Arbeit macht frei'
In her rollers and a gasper
She's cleaning the steps in the mean street
Where no policeman walks the beat
Her old man, he don't like blacks or queers
Yet he's proud he beat the Nazis, how queer?
Arbeit macht frei
Arbeit macht frei
Arbeit macht...
There's a campaign of hate
It's waiting at the school gates
Not for what I am aware
Must be what you wrote
What you write, mmm
You swore that you'd swear
To remember why you came
Not to play follow the leader, no no
Poor kids dressin' like they're rich, mods
Rich kids dressin' like they're poor
Oh My god, white kids talkin' like they're black
I tried it with Charlene and I spent three days on ...
An ending fitting for the start
You twist and tore our love apart
Your light fingers through the dark
Shattered the lamp, into darkness it cast us all
No, you've got it the wrong way round
You shut me up and blamed it on the brown
Cornered the boy, kicked out at the world
The world kicked back a lot f***in' harder now
If you wanna try, if you wanna try
There's no worse you could do, oh oh oh
I...
Ahh, don't be shy
Don't be shy
For if you are shy for tomorrow
You'll be shy for
One thousand days, yea
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Don't be shy
Don't be shy
Don't let the tide of your soul
Drown your nights
And flood your days
Aey, aey, aey, hey, aey, aey, hey
But still it's better to be shy
Than stinkin' drunken old Queen
That's always got to have his way
But don't be coy with me
I'm too clever to fo...
The ideal girl, in London from France
Came over then left me, she left me entranced
Now I have to get by once again on my own
Nothing but memories
So I remember your eyes, that unique shade of brown
While these blue eyes of mine, they stay closed
I kissed you goodbye on the M-109
I choked as I watched the bus go, oh, oh
Choking and smoking to your angelic soul
Choking and smoking myself into a...
If you get tired
Of just hanging around
Pick up a guitar
And spin a web of sound
And then you could be
Strung out all day
With lovers and clowns
Now I find myself
Hanging around
It's been a long war
We're tired and dirty
Still not dirty enough for you
Well, I've been thieving
I stole the light from the dawn
But if you come around this ledge
You should never been born
Oh, tell me you can see me...
If I have to go
I will be thinkin' of your love
Oh somehow you'll know
You will know
Thinkin' of your love
Sadly they whispered away
As I played the last post on the bugle
I heard them say
Oh that boy's no different today
Except in every single way
If I have to go
I will be thinkin' of your love
Oh somehow you'll know
You just know
Thinkin' of your love
Oh, I was carried away
Caught up in an a...
I have a secret for you
I've been told if you want to make it in this game
Got to have the luck
You got to have the look
To make what
I quite like to make it through the night
My heart beats slow fast, I don't feel right
With a slight of hand
I might die
What about you over there?
Well, don't you think I care?
Well I know you know
I know you know I know
And to the man who would be king
I would...
Is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind
And to lie to you rather than hurt you?
Well, I'll confess all of of my sins
After several large gins
But still I'll hide from you
Hide what's inside from you
And alarm bells ring
When you say your heart still sings
When you're with me
Oh, won't you please forgive me?
I no longer hear the music
Oh, no, no, no, no, no
And though the memories of the pubs
...
Professionally trendy in the glow of Clapham Sun
There's life after work and it can be such fun
You see all the models in magazines and on the walls
You wanna be just like them 'cause they're so cool
They're just narcissist
Well wouldn't it be nice to be Dorian Gray, just for a day?
They're just narcissist
Ohh, what's so great to be Dorian Gray, every day?
We're living in a looking glass
As th...
How can we
How can we
Make you understand
Make you understand
All you can be
All you can be
Is given in your hand
Is given in your hand
Oh you won't need money
You won't need money
Trust in me
Trust in me
Take me by the hand
Take me by the hand
Oh give us a chip
Oh give us a chip
Dreams are strewn across the sand
Dreams are strewn across the sand
Oh
You won't need money
You won't need money
We...
A problem, becomes a problem
When you let down your friends
When you let down the people
When you let down yourself
Ohh, ooo, ooo, oo
And only fools, vultures and undertakers
Will have any time for you
Ohh
A problem, becomes a problem
When you lie to your friends
And you lie to the people
And you lie to yourself
And the truth's too harsh to comprehend
You just pretend there isn't a problem
Bec...
High register operational
In the land of the gouging skiving sun
Their bodies in the room, lad
Never an honest day's work is done
They call it the Tomblands
This times of the year you
Know
No, they're never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
Never gonna get me no
Fifteen holes in the dealer's chest
Yo ho ho, he was a Mini Martell man
Some of those are pitching up the rest
Pieces of eight in...
Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
Will call the likely lads
But, if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had
Just blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But, you don't wanna know
You don't want to know
If you pipe all summer long
Then get forgiven in a...
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Shoop shoop, shoop delang a lang
Oh what's you gonna do, Katie?
You're a sweet, sweet girl
But it's a cruel, cruel world
A cruel, cruel world
My pins are none too st...