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Istanbul (Not Constantinople) [EP] (They Might Be Giants) · The Best of Simple Minds (Simple Minds) · The Best of Simple Minds (Simple Minds) · The Best of Simple Minds (Simple Minds) · The Demo Tape (OJ da Juiceman) · Six Song Demo 1984 (Rites of Spring) · Demo Anthology [Bonus Track] (Winger) · DTS 5.1 Demo CD 1999, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Demo Tracks (XTC) · Ice Age Demo (Give Up the Ghost) – and 90 other albums »


One hundred percent excellent entertainer
The maker and creator of the lyrical line
Idea of Shakespeare, the mind of Einstein
Surrender, pretender,
One hundred percent excellent entertainer
The maker and creator of the lyrical line
Idea of Shakespeare, the mind of Einstein
Surrender, pretender,
One hundred percent excellent entertainer
The maker and creator of the lyrical line
Idea of Shakespeare, the mind of Einstein
Surrender, pretender,
or what?
He's the main entertainer inside the show
And he goes by the name of DJ Polo, see

It's a demo

I supply the data, he's the wheel operator
We're
snake it ate our brains
Injected poison in our veins
T.V. minds hip swing grinds
Faces cracked and filled with lines
Black sun came and changed our name
Charmed by pipes - drugged with ale,
Simple minds - born to fail,
Father please tell a tale of turncoat rebellion.

Watch us quietly disappear at the call
the earth
Get the sky

Far away in the depths of Hawking's mind
To the animal, primalistic grind
You bring me reason, a simple fact of life (Bring me
To set breeze on fire
By a constant wind
Beyond the mind
And there is no psychic eye for you
Every night is Saturday night

This isn't only
executive records a demo of his apology
A policeman makes reverse 911 calls instructing residents to take to the streets
A patriarch reports for duty
She's
to a-street

And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads
It's a demo [Repeat: x4]

People in the audience cool G Rap is my name 
I write rhymes and insert them inside your brain 
And DJ Polo the man I'm
in my mind
Was packing up, I might get by
Talking bout luck, on my side oh
Take a walk in my shoes
'Cause in like my dreams they came true
And I'm
Heaven knows this ain't no margaret mitchell
Where the oak trees meet the pines
I know it might sound kinda simple
Oh but it's mine oh it's mine
another way
And I've passed it by
I don't know what it is that drives me on
Gotta keep movin'
Gotta keep movin' on
Bring it on home
(straight lines
I need you 
Simple words 
But words which had never been heard 
By the soul 
Stoned to death 
But still living 
And so he froze where he stood
minds is able to come
Up with of
Stupid wishes and pathetic human
Materialistic requests

As Satan's army increases,
Endless lines of lost souls ,
to A street
And it's knowing we're not shacked by forgotten words and bons
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads by
guns
Cooked in the mind, the first to blast and the last to run
Look in my eyes, you'd think that Manson had a bastard son
Cast aside after dancing
Lost in your

Simple mind- not me
Follow blind- not me
Fall in line- not me

Quick to change- not me
Know everything- not me
Caught in
falling into space now darker than before
What ever happened to those simple days?

You and I
From a distance we're just shapes and lines
You and I
Pictures
and watch you pass by
Paranoia woven deep beneath my skin
And I draw this line
Breath slow
You shouldn't have to fight alone
You shouldn't have to fight
Daytime husler, you're out of line.
Don't ya try to change my mind!
Don't you try.
You see, I ain't no fool.
No, I can tell,
Oh, baby, you ain't
street

And it's knowin' we're not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you on the back roads
I feel life passing me by
A little more each day
We don't act out our love
In that old sweet and simple way
The world's got problems baby
We've
hesitate 
Time and time I search to find 
That opening cliche 

[Chorus]
If you could only read my mind 
You'd see that I am struggling 
Line by line