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hard and slow 
Does he want it need it 
I might never know 
The boy feels strange 
Oh the boy has changed

Looking from my tower 
I can see his
Shellshock avalanche
Dialed out can't be reached
No failsafe at close range

Girls and boys
Guns and noise
Beat by beat
Be the best that you can be
impressions
Of a strange drug
Set the leathery skin of a female
Straddling a furnace

Illuminates in blue
Hands melt against its surface
Feel no pain
Dead boy stares 
Strange to meet you 
Dead boy cares 
So great to see you 

Is it time to go 
It's a place I know 
I can't read your mind 
I
Shellshock avalanche
Dialed out can't be reached
No failsafe at close range

Girls and boys
Guns and noise
Beat by beat
Be the best that you can be
The time keeps ticking
When someone's on your mind
On your mind

I'm moving in slow motion
Feels so good
It's a strange anticipation
Knock, knock,
listen to me
Be brave and set Geronimo free
Governor, Governor, 'ain't it strange
You never see a car on the Indian range

Oh boys take me back
I
to me
Be brave and set Geronimo free
Governor, Governor, 'aint it strange
You never see a car on the Indian range

Oh boys take me back
I wanna ride
The time keeps ticking
When someone's on your mind
On your mind

I'm moving in slow motion
Feels so good
It's a strange anticipation
Knock, knock,
cat tied in a cage
Slapped right in the face
Cat cries is it strange
Cat dies in the maze

you make it so easy
You make me feel dirty

it hurt sometimes
Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by
Margareth Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given
They put Geronimo in jail down south
Where he couldn't look a gift horse in the mouth

Sergeant, Sergeant, don't you feel
There's something wrong
listen to me

Be brave and set Geronimo free

Governor, governor, isn't it strange

You never see your car on the Indian range.


Hey, boys take me back

I
things that you can never see
Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye

Chorus:
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world
Every time you wake up I hope
The clock keeps ticking
When someone's on your mind
On your mind

I'm moving in slow motion
Feels so good
It's a strange anticipation
Knock, knock,
me by 

Mothers on the stoop 
Boys in souped-up coupes 
On this hot summer night 
Between fight and flight 
Is the blind man's sight
Or am I standing still
With the scenery flying by
Or am I standing still
Out of the corner of my eye
Was that you passing me by

Mothers on the stoop
Boys
See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not that
See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not that
See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
He's a very good friend of mine
I've seen you running from the ladies
Don't tell me you're not that
roll the window down, feel like I'm, I'm gonna drown, in this strange town
Feel broken down, I feel broken down

Do you need me
Like I need you
roll the window down, feel like I'm gonna drown in this strange town
Feel broken down, I feel broken down

Do you need me, like I need you?
Or am I
me by 

Mothers on the stoop 
Boys in souped-up coupes 
On this hot summer night 
Between fight and flight 
Is the blind man's sight
me by 

Mothers on the stoop 
Boys in souped-up coupes 
On this hot summer night 
Between fight and flight 
Is the blind man's sight