Lyrics:
look pretty
And erecting identical concrete monstrosities
They're killing off all of the animals too
The only ones left are the ones in the zoo
Now
give us a chance.
Christ! You know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
They're going to crucify me.
Finally made
us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Finally made the plane
give us a chance
Christ you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're going to crucify me
Finally made
give us a chance.
Christ! You know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
They're going to crucify me.
Finally made
love but mostly one nighters
We're the songwriters
Half the world thinks we're crazy
The other half wants to be us
And they're jealous because we
I can't see what it is they despise
Dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is
I can't see what it is they despise
Dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is
.
Take a tip from me, people... brothers can't you see
Ain't no future in ole poison whiskey.
They're gonna rush you down to see the doctor,
brushwork
Using yesterdays' paint
And everything that I believe
And every note that you receive
They're just vanities to you
Hear that liverpool wind as I'm
A tree grows in my back yard
It only grows at night
Its branches they're all twisted
Its leaves are afraid of light
They say the blues is just
A tree grows in my back yard, it only grows at night.
Its branches they're all twisted, its leaves are afraid of light.
They say the blues is just
enough
And I got no hate in my heart for anything, anywhere, or anyone
And I think fear and Fridays got an awful lot in common
They're overdone
That's what's wrong with the world
Don't lose the dreams inside your head
They're only there until you're dead
Dream
Lying on the roof
Counting
There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
What's this?
There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost
after all
Now you know this ain't no through street, the end is dead ahead
The poor folks play for keeps down here, they're the living dead
Come
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when
know you don't love me, baby
They're trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body
I think I killed everybody in the game last year
Man,
Tyrants and Kings.
And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit T.V.
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection
after all
Now you know this ain't no through street, the end is dead ahead
The poor folks play for keeps down here, they're the living dead
Come
been the warm breeze caressing
All the time that I spent missing you
Minutes of misery drag through hours of memories
Past a voice that swears they're
the sky
Yeah we may not be around in 20 years, but they're sure gonna know we were here
We only get one chance around
This runaway roller coaster train
only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
And worse
[English Settlers]
They're savages! Savages!
[Ratcliffe]
Barely even human
[English Settlers]
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